Literature
Winged Lynx
“I want freedom to be as abundant as my vanity” The mantra that coated her tangled morals and tainted anniversaries, Dripping murky drops of water onto eyes that have lost their pupils’– Irises erased like foreign lines on black paper Self-destruction coiled around every dress that she wore, Assembled by pious monarchs to create jail cells for all kinds of hearts; Crushing ambitions with cloud-light scriptures from coffins that drift Along the current of a Nøkk’s river so that the world would be A little bit closer to their distasteful version of perfection Voices from unshackled men and women have awakened her Truest self, giving the maiden a much-needed introspection– A beautiful yet painful dive into a golden sky She still struggles to read the pages– more so than she does to Protect her values– but it’s a journey that is filled with love, Much unlike the previous, arduous, and hurtful one