07-20-2021, 03:16 AM
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"You make me sick.
The way your eyes wander, bored with everything.
Your soul is full of evil.
Have you any care for those outside of yourself?
I hate you."
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"They look upon you in pity.
They can see it from miles away,
feel it.
Your sin.
Your putrid heart.
You think you're perfect?"
Her gaze fixates upon the mirror, hues reflecting back at herself. Brows furrow, digits curl tight.
"Why won't you just--"
The door cracks open lightly following two light knocks. "Milady, the court has all gathered. Do you remember what today is?" A servant asks quietly.
"-Why certainly." Her hands rise to run her thin digits through long, silky hair. "I'm to meet the prince from the kingdom north about our wedding. Yes, yes, Martha. I'm smarter than I look." Rising up, the princess briefly spares a glance to her reflection on her vanity's mirror. She stares, blankly, before collecting her crown and turning to the servant with a smile.
Once
upon
a
time...
a
princess
gazed
upon
her
reflection;
who's
the
fairest
of
them
all?
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A short story by Indigo Lipovsky. 1858AC.
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I
can't
remember
what
I'm
supposed
to
do
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Repeat.
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I
can't
remember
what
I'm
supposed
to
do
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Repeat.
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