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// Sunnybun 
// Story: Atychiphobia 
// by Ice Star 
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sunnybun is



{sunnybun was}
grandmother's mantle picture
of the filly that used to be me
before any cutie mark
or the Sun blinded me




ocean eyes pale with the world
white roses in her mane
the taste of her fourth birthday cake on her tongue

one dazzling fire-hued stones of carnelian and ruby upon her pearl circlet
crowning her brow



like it knew the fire {her} my horn held
boasting {her} my mind and magic that was any mage's pride
while the other rested right over
my young heart, unbroken




the fluttery motion of her hoof held
up, up to her smiling mouth to catch her young laughter



is absolutely uncanny to me
even today
i know portraits take more time 
or patience than i ever had
while on that day
which i can no longer recall
i was still enough to be radiance instead of razing




all clad in pale cream petticoats



every ruffle trimmed with the orange of my namesake



with her mane in waves of brilliant warmth




and ruffled sleeves as my wings