Mythical Serendipity

Charms on her bracelet, dreams in sanguine eyes, promising red on gory lips fantasized the moon effusing moonlight on her engaging hallucinations. The night was young so her vision was. It’s been  facile for her to feel everything at a moment and feel nothing at another. A bottle of strong beer and some smoke was enough to win over the demons that were making her apprehensive about her future.

she was a criminal committing crimes each day and night, but never has been caught by her own fears and frights. The fiery sun has blessed her a ferocious soul and an untamed wit while the moon has sanctified her from sins and misdeeds.

Calling her a prodigy of nature isn’t imprecise, darling ; mistrusting her essence is.