LJ Idol: "When you pray, move your feet."

[elionwyr]

What was love in his gaze is now madness.

He would make me my mother. And no one dares raise their voice in protest.

In the silence of my rooms, I pray to silent gods. Rescue me.

The only answer is the growing pile of royal gifts.

When there are no more tears to cry, when my voice is hoarse from pleading, when I realize no one is listening, I place my hand upon the door.

Passive asking causes no action.

I will answer my own prayer by the moving of my feet.

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[elionwyr.livejournal.com]

This is where I struggle. I have a really hard time fleshing things out. I tend to write stories as if I was writing poetry, and my poetry is always a scene, not a full tale.

Thank you for reading. :)