Porphyria's cool disdain did something to temper Chris's visceral rage, and her desire to throw things abated somewhat in the face of her sisters scathing witicism. They two lived in very different emotional places - sometimes Belle thought that her own closest natural match in nature was a stormy sea - or a raging river. It was clear when you looked at the surface that danger lay beyond because the rage and discontent was all at the surface, and if you got deep enough you wouldn't be affected by the swells on the surface. Porphyria on the other hand was like the same river but frozen. The surface was cool, almost implacable at times - at least to Chris, but if that surface cracked the speed of the river beneath - the wit and sharp tongue would cut anyone to the quick, pull you under and you'd be lost forever.
And the ice under Ozy's foot had already begun to creak and crack.
And the ice under Ozy's foot had already begun to creak and crack.
I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory
I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory