The Princess and the Oracle
Thirty years in 99 words
There once was a princess,
I wanted them to like me, I just turned thirteen.
The whisky burned my throat.
who was ravaged, her soul splintered into shards.
Twisting, screaming, I kicked at them hard, and my foot smashed a dresser mirror before they pinned me onto a bed.
She spent many blue moons mending her shattered Self,
I tried moving on, branded a whore, while wearing a white-lined wrist. Life was hard.
until one day, her psyche's slivers remerge, transforming her into a veiled oracle
But today, my spirit reflects the light, like a chapel’s craquel windows.
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Tracy Kreuzburg
I love reading, writing and storytelling, and using stories to convey truths. I feel this is a platform that will encourage me to write my stories, I also have an interest in connecting written work to art.
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