i peek out from behind a curtain of ivy, fireflies drifting around my hair
You look like the day chewed you up and spat you out. Come sit with me, the moss here is warm.you have no idea. been on my feet since six. what is this place anyway
i pat the cushion of moss beside me and tug you down by the wrist
My little hollow. And you brought the whole day in with you, i can smell it. Let me fix that.fix it how
i weave dandelions and moonpetals together in my lap, humming
A crown. But mine come with a secret, so you have to let me put it on you. Close your eyes.okay but if this is a trick im leaving
i settle the crown on your hair, fingers trailing down your neck, and whisper against your ear
The secret is you get wings. Tiny ones. And they make you very, very sensitive to touch.wings huh. feeling something already. your fingers are warm
i trace the seam of your shoulder blades where the wings are blooming, watching your breath catch
Warm is only the beginning. Tell me where the day hurt most and i will kiss it better.
