Mine | Etro Abstract Tiered Necklace

I'm going to eat you.
Shovel you into my mouth
And devour you.

I will grit my teeth.
They will grind you into pieces
Then you will fall.

Deep down the pit
Dug in my neck,
You will die.

Sizzle,
Sizzle,
Sizzle.

Don't get me wrong, monster,
Your world is not mine.
But my world is not yours.


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Save Me | Eddie Borgo Rose Gold-Plated Spiked Urn Necklace

Maybe one day you'll see things my way. You'd understand why it had to end this way, even after all the shit we went through together. The guns and bullets weren't worth it anymore. And fuck all that bullshit about it being justified. It's not justified at all. I did something immoral and there's no excuse for that. How could I ever expect you to understand.. God it's just.. I wish you weren't so.. So good. It makes the guilt trip that much harder to overcome. But it's not your fault, of course. It was always my ideas that got us in trouble. My idiocy that left me with dust. I guess I'm sorry. You know I'm really not though, don't you? The jobs are more difficult without you always correcting me, feeding me the rule book. You're the real hero, you know? Guess I'm the new villain ... My ride's here. Don't mind if I take some of you with me. Maybe one day you'll save me too.




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Feather | Oscar de la Renta 22-Karat Gold-Plated Collar Necklace

They found her crouched in the corner of a dark alley, her golden eyes sunken, twisting and smoothing a raven’s feather over and over in her hands. She was naked and covered in the dirt of the earth she ran through for her escape. They stood over her destitution and hauled her off the ground. And with her head hanging low, she walked with them to the car.

The agents drove her back to headquarters. It was a building made with mirrored walls, making it almost invisible to the suspicious eyes flying overhead. During the drive, Furie kept her face hidden behind her long, dark, tangled hair; she hid the glint in her eyes and her snide grin.

They locked her in a glass cell, and she once again resumed her crouched position in the corner. Agents, superiors, doctors, and scientists, all sworn to secrecy, were brought to the cell to examine her, to try to figure her out. But she kept stroking the feather, stroking the darkness, the night.

During the nights, her golden eyes would burn with the flames of revenge. She kept twisting and smoothing the raven’s feather, twirling it around her finger to create a spiral of blackness. And when the feather was finally good and twisted, she entwined it with the lock of hair at the nape of her neck.

The next morning, she was gone. And the agents found her again in the alley, crouched, stroking an eagle’s feather. With the night on her shoulders and justice in her hands, she would smite all who looked down on her; beginning with the monsters in the alley.


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Baby | Valentino Swarovski Crystal-Embellished Bib Necklace

It was a happy day, a glorious day, for the birth of a royal. The sun was bright and the blueness of the sky was unmatchable. Behind the castle, the garden flourished with spring's new blossoms and colored the grass with patches of pink and yellow. Attendees rushed in and out of the King and Queen's bedroom for hot water and towels while the rest of the royal family waited in nervous anticipation. Screams that escaped the room (when attendees left the door ajar) made the young royal cousin William widen his eyes in fear of the monster that was about to arrive.

She was a tiny specimen of life, blessed with riches and the joys that accompanied such wealth. Cradled in the new mother's arms, she tested the movements of her tiny fingers and her tiny toes. Her eyes were big and blue, and her parents looked down on her with the same gentle eyes. Smiles and tears burst into the room as the royal family was introduced to the tiny princess. Even cousin William was curious--climbing onto the Queen's bed to get a closer look. "William!" his mother sharply whispered when he stuck his tongue out at the baby. But much to the happiness of the King and Queen, the princess laughed at it.

It was presented to her on her first birthday. The princess was growing up to be pretty and darling (and less messy), so the King and Queen decided to give her a beautiful jeweled bib. It glistened in the light and spotted the princess' face with stars.

There was one foggy night when the clouds misted over the castle and spooked the forest animals back into their caves.  On this night, a young teenage girl swung her legs over the balcony railing and snuck into the King and Queen's bedroom, where the princess also slept in her cot, with the jewel bib around her neck. The girl stood over the princess with her hands on her waist, contemplating how she would take the bib away. The bib certainly was not mere candy, and this was going to be harder than she thought, for the clasp was behind the baby's neck. Reaching down, she scooped the princess into her arms. She gave a small sigh as the princess still slept on. She then removed the bib and carefully placed the princess back into the cot.

A chill had snaked its way up the King and Queen's legs from the open door and they woke. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" the King asked the girl with a slight panic in his voice. He worried for his baby girl. "Don't worry dad," she replied with a grin, "You'll see me again soon." She ran out the door, hopped over the ledge, and disappeared into the mist with the bib. The King and Queen rushed over to the cot to check on the princess, only to find her sound asleep, breathing as easily as she ever would.

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