//------------------------------// // (Her Faithful Student) // Story: Atychiphobia // by Ice Star //------------------------------// three words to describe unicorns across generations a faded quilt of faces that You sewed me into Her faithful student we were all Your faithful students that title became the bookends of all of our lives it was paraded before our names were spoken and those three words were the preamble to all our epitaphs because no light ever shone brighter than You Her faithful student we would live in a castle suite and have a stairway of tomes like a stream of dog-eared, yellow-paged bribes that You sent us when we behaved and i never did like You wanted us to realize we would never have an all-expenses-paid dream of an all-you-can-indulge in life if we were ever without You Her faithful student all the swirls and whirls on that title sure looked fine made to follow everything i hornwrote like a shadow and a curse of ivy over my identity Her faithful student we were collected from Your school like the porcelain goat figures with rosy cheeks You lined on every mantelpiece until we grew old and had to come out from Your shadow and lived our lives following tutelage from its middle years to our ends as footnotes in a narrative all about You Her faithful student i did not know that when i first became clay in Your hooves and even if i had i would have been too stubborn to refuse You insisting that all i learned of growing in Your shade was wrong even if i said it to myself because i wanted to be different for You from all the others You know what i told You and that i would use wings to get it if only so i could be closer to what You refused to let me have we all started as a line of candles a scent by one name and i wanted to be different from all the others for You to You so that i and they would never become we so that i would never join them when i learned how they faded and now i'll prove it because even if i cannot fly on wings here on earth i'll find a crown