Hanataba
I wear the same mask around you as I do around everyone else, afraid if I let you see the real me, you will rip out your own roots just to disentangle yourself from me.
Read MorePetals for the Girl Who Refused to Turn into a Flower
When the oracle said I would blossom, my mother began sewing. Not clothes. Not shrouds. Petals.
Read MoreHere There Be Fairies
There are fairies in the costume shop, of that much I am certain.
Read MoreHyacinthus
Hyacinthus felt the promise in Apollo's rays when they kissed his leaves, as they burst from their confinement one by one. It was his lover's way of saying that they would be reunited once more, and telling him to be patient.
Read MoreSigns of Spring
They exchanged a series of signs which they had developed between themselves, more fluid and expressive than those used by their mother.
Read MoreWhite Like Lilies, Red Like Blood
I can't imagine too hard, I think, because then I'd break reality for everyone else.
Read MoreOf Weeds and Wombs
Was it magehood I was chasing, or freedom? Did I truly need this wish granted if he already saw past the scars?
Read MoreDaughter of Saule
When the storm passes, the daughters are left dazed. The eldest approaches Saule and says, “Mother, we can't possibly weave light on this doomed day.”
Read MoreTo Bloom Amongst Mortals
Bighari smelled their mortality, the scent of sweat and soil and blood, when they stumbled into her garden.
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