Everything she starts, she leaves in pieces.
the fire, it calls
falling,
floating
she leaves things halfway.
a kiss,
a promise,
a plan.
like a whisper in the wind
fading out before a touch
she returns to her world
the world halfway between dusk and dawn
painted shadows &
endless mirages
the wolf in her heart knows all too well
a creature caught between worlds
putting out the warmth
before it burns her
her heroes
all ghosts in the firelight
like dying embers
she is her father’s daughter.
smothering the lamps
on her departure.
it should have been so simple.
but it never is.
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