morphologyA Chapter by Lyn AndersonI was lying in bed this morning, and wrote it in my head.
He liked her
morphology or so he said at the time - her shape her texture her carefree way of moving ... Not exquisite nor delicate but her wings were powerful shimmering he caught her in a sticky web, inserted his proboscis and began to suck ... when she was near dry he mounted her on paper and stuck pins in her wings and body. If she tried hard enough she could flutter just a little but mostly could just do what he asked when he wanted her to. One day, since he wasn't familiar with her etiology she began to slip away. She did it slowly, quietly chipping away at the glass piece by piece while he wasn't looking and she stretched back into her old morphology - He tried nets and wires hooks and chains syrup and honey sweet but nothing but nothing could fasten her back down again. © 2016 Lyn AndersonReviews
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Added on January 31, 2014Last Updated on August 30, 2016 Tags: morphology, love, bitter, end, done AuthorLyn AndersonToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..Writing
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