feathers of a peacock.
Blue, orange and gold.
Shuffling, preening, sunlight glints, shattering upon my beauty.
Adore me for I know I am beautiful.
Insolent, arrogant and invincible.
In the shadows between my feathers I am haunted.
Hunted by the darkness, it cracks my paint, peals my skin.
Burns my eyes.
My crown tarnishes at its touch, my soul freezes from its breath.
Where ever I run it follows me.
Running through the forest I catch my foot on my pride, the ground rears up to meet my grace.
I feel its weight between my shoulders pressing out my breath, tearing at my feathers. Scattering my paint, my skin and my grace.
It takes my eyes and turns them to the inside.
Hear my screams echo through eternity.
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