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Once I was human.

Yes, it was a long time ago,

But I was once.

Once, I could lie, the untruths would fall form my lips as easy as blood from a wound.

But not any more.

All because I told one too many lies and was a little bit too faithful. A bit too human.

I don’t have that problem anymore.

I don’t know why but the word “deal” echoing remains in my head and the life changing promise it held.

I don’t remember their face or name but I remember that sly smile and realising I could never win.

I remember how it started though.

First it was small things no one noticed, at least, not at the beginning. It was my hair that changed first.

To an unnatural red, like someone had slit my scalp and let the blood run down my hair.

Most assumed that I had just dyed my hair, others knew better.

Then it was my eyes that hurt. It was like someone had used needles to pluck my pupils out.

Like vultures plucking maggots from corpses.

That was more noticeable. Even my friends would cross the road to keep out of my path.

But it was the horns that hurt the most. It was like burning swords piercing through my skull.

I was in so much pain that I couldn’t leave my bed for a week.

At midnight on the seventh day, a shiver ran through me and the pain stopped.

The world was cold, clear, harsh and new and I felt nothing was going to be the same again.

I walked to the window and a full moon hung overhead, the stars so bright they hurt my eyes.

I left that night and never looked back.

I couldn’t look back.

I was one of them.

One of the fair folk.

One of the gentry.

Not human.

"I love you more than my own skin." - Frida Kahlo 🌵🌹🌵🌹🌵