will my first—born daughter be labeled as a martyr and nailed to the cross for the sins of her father? should i even bother to raise her or disregard her? a lamb to the slaughter, she's already dead.
ᅠᅠᅠ﹙⠀𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥⠀﹚ ᴀᴅᴊ /𝑝ɹɒ𝑑ɪɡə𝑙/ he is a little 𝗴𝗼𝗱 all in himself; 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡-eaters, fire-bleeders, he rides on his white horse through villages that will be nothing but ashes of 𝐢𝐥𝐥 dead once he l͟e͟a͟v͟e͟s͟.
ᅠᅠ﹙⠀𝐫͟𝐨͟𝐜͟𝐤͟𝐞͟𝐫͟⠀﹚ ɴᴏᴜɴ 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟⠀she's made of outer space————and her lips are like the 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑦'𝑠 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 and her 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 the 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 of a c͢o͢n͢s͢t͢e͢l͢l͢a͢t͢i͢o͢n͢ fallin' into place.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ﹙⠀𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝⠀﹚ ᴀᴅᴊ /𝑤𝑎ɪ𝑙𝑑/⠀raspberry-tender and mint-leaf sweet, gold dappled, always with laughter hidden under your tongue, always with 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 rushing through your 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.