Mar. 20th, 2009

a_pretty_fire: (everything withers and dies)
I asked them to stop, once. I was just a little girl. I had a heart beating in my chest and mud on my petticoats and I thought I could shape the world if I just wished hard enough. If wishes were fishes we’d live in the sea. I’d like to swim in a sea like that. I didn’t know that the pixies wouldn’t listen. The pictures aren’t just in my head, they’re part of my head. Filling me up. There’d be nothing left if you took them away, just skin and bones and horrible science.

But I didn’t know that. I didn’t know. )

Prompt: “Would you please get out of my head?”
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