Knight

Chained her heartbeat into the rhythm of the night,
she ponders on her purpose of her thunderous life.
A cigarette lit and a teddy wrapped in her arms,
she isn’t afraid to kill her imaginary king riding horse.
It’s been her whole life believing in stars. 
Not anymore.
She is wiser to believe in any fairy-tale.
She draws blood with her armor.
Nobody can harm her.
She is in love with nightingale.
She is her own knight.

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– Kaia Pieters
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  1. She is her own knight, so beautifully written ❤

  2. I couldn’t figure out if the person in the photo was a man or a woman. The hand looked somewhat feminine, but I went with a male image anyway. In the end, for my story, it doesn’t really matter.

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