Sugared Summer yarn Captain Ives never denied it

Captain Ives never denied it

steaming with the fragrance of blossoms

heavy and intoxicating

The coil was their pact: a gift from the beast in exchange for freedom

Surface broad

Sugared Summer yarn Captain Ives never denied itMarigold sits cross legged in the grass where the daisies grow taller than her knees, their stems bending as she leans in too close. Theres sugar dust on her fingers, pink and chalky, sticking where the heat has made everything a little soft. The necklace in her lap is already half gone, bitten through in uneven gaps, the elastic thread stretched and damp where she keeps pulling it between her teeth. Her mother had shown her how to pick flowers