His shadows fade, slowly returning you to your reality. To the Lily resting in your palm, to Lilith sleeping in your heart. He pulls the chains off your chest, leaves you amidst the arena, free. Yet, the red you painted pins you to the ground and finds its way to your lips. Scream? Nothing will change. Hide beneath the white? For how long? For how long, do you intend to lose this war even though youre winning the battles? #JE 349 views20:40
