Thorn By Nina
Mistress Constance is a fairy. She was born from a rose petal that was moist with the morning dew. The smell of summer. She jumps from one leave to another, hang from a vine tree, rest on top of a morning glory. Mist covers the garden.
She snips a few roses and makes a bundle. She lashes my back with the stalks. Thorns prick. It was her mischievous smile I saw in my blurred eyes, before she walked away from me and start playing with flowers again.
Quoted from Nina's Life-Long Nap
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