Stargazer

Carbuncles lined the stargazer’s mask, swallowing the moonlight to glow; when any faces peered into those cut garnets, they had no more will of their own than mannequins. They could only peer into the gems adorning that pale clay mask and promise to never leave. Their wallets would be slaughtered like pigs and hung in the trophy room.

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1 comment so far

  1. swapna on

    You do have a way with words in this one. Enjoyed reading it.


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