Dawnlark Plains Retiring in Florida

sorry to make your thread so short ;;

how tired she grew of tired men with their sour attitudes.

how tired she grew of the cursed grip of this land, peppered with grief of mothers and venom of men.

her eyes waved away from him as he turned to leave. she would chase no such man. but her gaze, it did wander out to where she knew the coast laid. where there was the grief of erzulie still fresh in her heart. where the words of sapphique were spoken. perhaps, she thought, it was better to be heartbroken with woman than entertain bitter men.

so she too would depart, swift to cut towards the sea.