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i'll rip your wings from you like a butterfly.
by: as beauty dies / pixie paramount / Noelle

she kisses my eyelids at night. whispers words in my ears.

i fear that she will leave me one day.

she gets skinnier and skinnier with each day—i fear that she will blow away in the most gentlest of breezes—and with each day we walk in the meadows with our baskets, our hands linked, and smiles bright bright bright.

the sun envies us, i see; burning our skin rosy red as the day goes by. i love how her skin—white-white-white like snow—burns beneath the sun like my own, her freckles barely noticeable as her hue darkens with the day.

she laughs in the daylight, giggles at the moon and the stars, as the sea water envelops her toes.

i fear, i fear, i fear with each day she will leave me.

the sun is bright in the sky and the moon is quite a distance from us, now.

she presses her nose against the hollow of my neck, kisses my skin with each thump-thump-thump-thump of my heart.

it's time to get up, i say, throwing the cover off.

just a little while longer, she groans, wrapping her arms tighter around my waist. i can barely breathe.

(i just hope that she will stay.)