Pearled decay with the pull of a cheek Expose your canines— playing fortress to a cursed tongue with your ears, I hope you see me—as I am. Your Precious, Abomination

Reflective surface given power by flame. Forged in a pit of hope, beaten to elegant form. Silver eager to mold- a spoon if that’s what you need a spoon here to please Please, a powerful beginning. Why a flattened start? Pummeled on the anvil of servitude- a hindsight bias, she could have used in the…