in my feels n need to write

[Whipster]

november's lips trailed across the winds as she skated across the shallow waters. every whisker whipped wildly, every strand of hair flared out like flames over wildflowers. the golden blur of a woman was shadowed by a setting sun and in the silence of the ocean, a gentle weep emitted from the husks of her lungs. november was a simple girl; beautiful and brainless, who loved too much and once again, her heart was shattered into pieces unto her hooves.