So pale, is it a painted wall? A sculpture? No, it is flesh. What beauty! What grace! So smooth, unblemished. I take a nibble. Exquisite! I don't want to ever leave. This beautiful creature will soon be marred with tokens of my love. But I will love her still. She is my sustenance, my everything. She brushes me away, but how can I help but to return? In love I will always be, until my death.
Listen for it
Once there was a girl who didn't like to talk to people. She much preferred spending time by herself in the forest. She would spend hours sitting in the trees, listening to the birds. No one minded much; she was so quiet they hardly noticed either way. Sometimes someone would look for her, but she could hide from sight in the branches.
One day the girl was sad and decided to stay in the woods forever. No one could find her; they just heard the leaves move as she passed. If you listen closely, you can still hear her sometimes.
Village Lottery
I had won the village lottery and was declared 'Princess' which brought instant tears to my eyes. I waved to the cheering crowd as I was led to my throne adorned with pearls and drenched in red wine and the servants lifted my throne. Like a welt, the skin on my wrist reaching down to my elbow was tender. The markings went in jagged directions and I lightly traced the skin distractedly for a few minutes. Or at least, it was an attempt to distract myself from the smell of sulfur and sweat of the men who carried me towards the volcano to face my destiny as the 57th sacrifice in our village's month-long festival.