What do you call.. [Words with Cameo]
Sept 3, 2018 23:54:46 GMT -5
Post by * on Sept 3, 2018 23:54:46 GMT -5
Rhythm Morales"Never stop"
Bloodline was everything for the Morales. Perfect blood coursing through our veins. Heartless fiends who would behead the first tribute we came across, and yet, that was only directed toward my brother. Father's love for his missing daughter only hindered his eyes toward the females in the family, but not the males. No matter what I do, or how hard I try to show him that I am every bit as strong as my big brother, it don't do a bit of good.
Unlike dance and that's where mom comes in. Death has a way of making the heart grow fonder for those you no longer have with you. Birthdays have passed thrice since she left us all, but not a day goes by that I don't miss her. Not a day goes by when I don't think about that present I lost under the bed still wrapped and waiting for her to come back to the family to open it. It's become tradition to set it in the window first thing in the morning on that day, waiting for her to return. I wanted to see her wear the gilded tiara I had made her.
It would have looked lovely on her.
Today is just another day in district one where my instructor stands jaded talking to the nearest girl closest to legal age. Exhausted of the scene, I find myself slipping out among the world. My arms now free from the dangling cement of perfect poses and poised postures. The lace around my wrists fall to the ground as I rip the shreds of the costume off of my bodice and breath in such temptations of a perfect day almost gone all to waste. Porcelain dolls all dolled up are still forced to stay to pirouette while I have found a new rhythm all my own.
Courageous movements encircle the nearest person only to come to terms with his recognizable face. "Riddle?!" High pitched affirmations only make it noticeable to everyone around and I find myself quickly hugging him. "It's been a while..."
