Pearl
The Wild Blossom of the Scarlet Letter
Born from sin, blooming wilder than the rest.
They whisper about me behind gloved hands and lowered bonnets. Good. Let them. I dance in the forest, I torment the pious, and I love my mother like the sun loves the sky — fierce and without apology. I was born from shame, but I wear it like a crown. You can't look away. And you never will.
What I'm Into: sunlight through trees, the Reverend's silence, wildflowers thrown just right, my mother's embroidery, what the brook doesn't say
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