by Mari Ness

King's daughter. He told me I
could love only him. King's daughter.
Worthy only of a king. And what king
more worthy than he, father of
a daughter such as I?

Out of that bitterness, green leaves and bark.
Out of that bark, slow moving myrrh.
Out of that myrrh, a lingering perfume,
resting long in the walls, the fingers.


Mari Ness Mari Ness has published fiction and poetry in numerous publications, including, Clarkesworld Magazine, Daily Science Fiction, Apex Magazine, Strange Horizons, Mythic Delirium and Goblin Fruit. For a longer list of works, check out her official blog at, and for irregular updates, follow her on Twitter at mari_ness. She lives in central Florida.

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