run run there's a bullet in your back.

the parents had come to the city of strangers and they brought fairy lights and tea that smelled of oranges and almonds and homemade candy and a strange feeling of home.
she danced herself through the nights and then found herself wandering home on endless roads, shoes in her hands, realizing that the feeling of being lost had become a constant as much as dreaming of glitter shoes like walking on stardust and pastel hair that would feel like being able to hide behind shades of lavender whenever greyness would come creeping in.
she thought of ways to save the animals from sadness that only had their paws and soft furs and their innocence to defend themselves in dark places.
the heart had been forgotten in a faraway place and without the weight of it she felt like a ghost, wandering through time and space, looking through the essence of everything, wearing the most delicate silk dresses and barely touching the ground anymore.

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