Portwine stain
By Pandora
Old wives tales and superstitions, the foretelling of her future. Old truths that only sustained ignorance. They'd point and stare, keeping their distance. Sending words that drew blood from her heart, redder than the stain on her face. sideshow freak, circus geek Jovial men the only momentary friends, carnies with exhibits to fill and offerings for the sacfrifice of her dignity. Her face was marked from birth. Her soul was mark from the moment she could understand. Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 29 2002 07:38 PM PST 10 • 0
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