My favorite place is in the dark and dim, with the arid stench of decay and echoes of danger in your ears. I'm not home until I'm lost.
My favorite sound is the slow rumble of gears, the lurching power of industry so loud my skin shivers from the noise.
My favorite way to relax is to come home to my lizards, to beady eyes and cocking heads, to the soft warmth of white scales.
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The Fool
The fool capers in hallways of marble, his japes freezing like stone in icy air. The masquerade is filled with flurries of reds and yellows and deep purples, yet his face is empty and glaring in the lieu of such color, the fool who did not wear a mask. Yet in the light he shines the brightest of all, bathed in gold and crimson.
"Am I the fool?" He asks to a crowd of secrets.
"Do not I wear the true mask?"
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what kind of lizard
ReplyDeleteI have three bearded dragons.
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