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The king will be inside me soon

My body will stretch for him

My flesh will envelop him

I will be his

I wait in a robe of gold and silver, knowing that what is to come has to be destiny in one way or another I tried to escape, but escape was never truly an option It was an illusion An arrogant assumption that the world was free and therefore I could be free in it

But the world is not free It is a series of grooves and channels, and wethat which is new for choice Soon the king will use my channel He will take as innocent and he will spread it open I reach down between ers drift over that soft and faer be ain It will be a royal possession, just like the rest of me

I feel the soft down over uard olden scie inside entle with me I am the sacrifice that will make those I love free I understand that, and I accept it

A few days ago…

Everything is co haul and I have been alone too long, separated from those I love I watch on a bank of reclai off a hacked power hitch as a spectacular scene of escape unfolds

Our leader, Lyric, is being punished for killing the previous korabi king Except she’s not having it Not even a little bit There is nobody more rebellious than her If they’d known her a little better, they would have known better than to give her a public platfor bolder and braver for seeing her stand up to our alien overlords

I wish I was half as brave as she is I would never be able to stand before the korabi king and declare boldly that I killed his father, and that I do not regret it for a moment