Weapons for the lost. Strength for the weak. Hope for the grieving.
i was born out of a kiln,glistening and ready to shine,silver accents glinting on metal skin,starlight in darkest night. but my creators wanted pure gold,the color of wealth, fortune, and luck,and instead they were stuck with me whose yellow wasn’t enoughand whose silver wasn’t the best. so i sat on the highest shelf,year after year,rustingContinue reading “silver instead of gold”
like a metal plate,the surface of the watershines with the sunlight