My clay demon
rides on my shoulder,
smiling
as he watches the moon
pass through the clouds.
He jumps from his perch,
thinking he can fly,
but only dives
past my striped knees
to land
shattered
on the floor.
I leave him there,
not bothering to get the broom.

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Cailith

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Chronos, in the year 242 AF.