They grovel before me, those blue flowers
Wilting in my golden glare They do not know why they tremble Yet they see my blinding petals My thorns etching the earth The throne I sit on, a tower they cannot climb And I laugh, each cackle raging against …the glimmer of starlight above So far and untouchable
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AuthorI'm Darcy Ridge, creating stories that all revolve around family and identity in a myriad of ways. In the past, I have shared multiple stories and published a novella online. You can find me on Wattpad and many other social media websites. They/them [Image Description: black background with the words "Social Justice and Mental Health Resources" in white in the center /end ID]
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