jessssika

And as the words fall from my mouth, sore from holding them in, I find that instead of sinking in and growing in the warmth of understanding, they shatter against the thick ice that only forms to null the pain of having to cycle the same excuses, the same exceptions that one would give to let the one they love use and abuse them as they please. The ice will not break from my feeble words, not from a mere child that has matured far beyond her years should have let her, no. They will not listen to the last voice of reason that resides within me. The Queen will not fall, not today. Instead, they slide, ricochet across the ice and only break the