When she talks in her sleep, she wakes with diamonds on her chest and thorns digging into her breast, petals caressing where she bleeds.
When she cries for her father, rubies and emeralds fill her fingers instead of tears.
When she prays to the fairies for deliverance, amethyst is cold on her tongue and roses taste like ash.
Her sister is cursed. Everyone knows it. Just as everyone knows she is blessed, she who speaks in gems and flowers. She is rich, she will never want for anything again, men will beg for her hand and her bed. Her bed, where the petals and jewels lay.
When she whispers, a single sapphire falls for every word, and she catches tulips in her palms.
Oh, but how she wishes she had never gone to that well.
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Date: 2012-02-14 05:47 pm (UTC)When she talks in her sleep, she wakes with diamonds on her chest and thorns digging into her breast, petals caressing where she bleeds.
When she cries for her father, rubies and emeralds fill her fingers instead of tears.
When she prays to the fairies for deliverance, amethyst is cold on her tongue and roses taste like ash.
Her sister is cursed. Everyone knows it. Just as everyone knows she is blessed, she who speaks in gems and flowers. She is rich, she will never want for anything again, men will beg for her hand and her bed. Her bed, where the petals and jewels lay.
When she whispers, a single sapphire falls for every word, and she catches tulips in her palms.
Oh, but how she wishes she had never gone to that well.