Ah’lian.

if you were to peel the skin of me apart as a fig's， you would finally understand. i am my mother's daughter. from poisoned seeds sprout poisoned fruits.

"mother?" i call for her until my throat is scratched and dry, my voice is reduced to a pathetic rasp, and all i taste is the blood she regrets giving me.

⠀ ⠀⠀ FELASSAN.⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝘴 𝘭 𝘰 𝘸 𝘢 𝘳 𝘳 𝘰 𝘸 ⠀

my mother is where it begins. she and i are at war. our relation is hatred.

do you remember what you did to that child? that small trembling child that looked at you in fear.

( Someone leaves a halla statuette near the edge of the forest. A prayer, maybe. A wish. How dare they? It does not belong here, and so it is lost beneath murky waters. Is it lost if it is done with intention? )

was i a monster from the start?

⠀you robbed me of my life. i could have been human— i could have been alive, but you took my heart and you murdered it. you made me into this.

bitterness grows like a weed, binding the heart in a shield of vines and thorns.

i have an entire forest living inside of me and you have carved your initials into every tree.

in loving me you hold a knife at my throat. in loving you i tell you exactly where to cut.

A Fairytale - *real images not Ai

⠀i ⠀fear ⠀no ⠀monstersˏ ⠀for ⠀no ⠀monsters ⠀i ⠀see. ⠀because ⠀all ⠀this ⠀timeˏ ⠀the ⠀monster ⠀has ⠀been ⠀𝐦𝐞.

inside me, something seethes. inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.

mothers and daughters existing as wretched mirrors of each other﹕ i am all you could have been and you are all i might be.

unhinge your jaw， go for the throat．

⠀a pretty shell for something rotten.

dark forest.