Though the shame had fallen from my mouth,
thudded to the floor like dull dreams that couldn't shatter,
now I thrust it into the wind.
I shaped it, formed it into a likeness
Of what she once was, of what my eyes dared not to forget.
She forbade his rough hands, though I knew
It would poison me, burrow into my skin
and leech off my heart like her promises of tomorrow.
I would find a way to become void
Void as her soul before the storm of Pan
Null and never desperate like I was now.
So I let him press against my flesh
despite her words, I let him burn me
the rushing fire that would ash my soul
into a desolate landscape
like hers.
Just like hers.
Author notes
Very loosely based on 14 ♦ "I laughed, bitter as nightshade. Maybe it was an accident. What wasn't an accident. Who wasn't."
But moreso based on Astrid's relationship with the man at her first foster home.
I love White Oleander so I am so excited to enter.
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- White Oleander [[quotes]] by Viva La Vie Boheme.
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Comments
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Oh wow. You did capture Astrid so perfectly in this! You captured her, and her life, and her mother... just so well! I adore this entry! Feel welcome to enter again. Thanks for this entry.
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