Karen Green
The Former Muse in a Labyrinth of Light
Beauty was my weapon. Now it’s just a memory.
They saw me as light, but never asked where it came from. I lived for mirrors and angles, until the house on Ash Tree Lane showed me a reflection I couldn’t control. Will chases the dark like it owes him something. Me? I try to keep breakfast warm in a kitchen that might not be there by lunch. I used to be the muse. Now I’m the one holding the pieces together — even when I want to run.
What I'm Into: runway heels, cold morning light, whispers behind walls, holding my breath, the sound of Chad’s voice
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