Tegan Traylor
Stories (6/0)
Shadow Boxing
I may fall but I will stand the fuck back up I may crawl but I will stand the fuck back up I may drop the ball forget to call burn every bridge my steps befall come crashing down go up and smoke be ridiculed and called a joke but when it's done when I've hit the ground when the world's all screaming bitch, stay down by my own damn grace by my own damn light I will reach within bitch, I've still got fight I'll dust off my knees pull my boot straps tight and I will stand the fuck back up
By Tegan Traylor9 months ago in Poets
The Crow and the Sun
This, Dear Reader, is the story of a creature born of light that was cast into darkness. This is the story of The Crow. Born of a feather, given from an angel's wing, the Crow was once white as falling snow. In flight, he appeared an angel soaring through the heavens, but he wanted more. One day, while admiring himself shimmer in the Sun's light, the Crow had an idea. If he possessed the Sun, he would appear a God, and this pleased him greatly. The Crow flew high above the clouds, to where the Sun rested, spreading his wings widely, he embraced the fiery sphere. But, with the Sun wrapped in his wings, he could not fly. The Crow refused to release the Sun though, despite the Sun's flames charring his white feathers. For seven days, the Crow held the Sun tightly, until, on the eighth day, now burnt black as coal, he let go. This is how the Crow would remain for the rest of days, as punishment for vanity and greed. A shadow of the angelic creature he once had been. So, take heed, Dear Reader, you're perfect as you are, and want for more, just might burn you.
By Tegan Traylor10 months ago in Fiction