;)

[Scorch]

Smoke on his tongue, an apology too: doesn't he know I kissed cigarettes before any man?
Amber liquid swirling in a glass. Don't ask me to name it.
My only comfort is that, in the depths of things, I'll be just another trinket on his shelf of nostalgic play-things,
Cast aside when my cries stop being cute and start being pitiful.
And ah, the oaken shelf does creak: weighted down by its many toys, all of us crying, all of us pitiful.
Smooth sailing for all of us, eh ladies? Nothing like that slap to the face to remind us of our places. Yeah. Very reassuring.
At any rate, I'm exhausted - that amber liquid is getting desperately thin, and by the time he's through with it, he'll be through with me, too.
So excuse me, now won't you?

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One horse, from one kingdom. Friendly steal. If I am deemed successful, the horse I am stealing will come say hello the Nerine, get better acquainted.