The stars

Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

By S.D. Sycther

Too glossy and eye catchy can be the most appropriate word to describe me, I can come in various colors, shades, materials, shapes. From studs, to industrial to goth to emo and to the alternatives as well, these days you find me on the earth more than you find me in the sky.
 I lie there in your ears shining like the status of yours. In the morning you tend to insert a small shaft inside the cartilage in addition to a pain and status, but that's feminine after all.


They began ogling at me when I was put in for the very first time. Whichever part she uses me to wear makes her the star of the show. She likes to be ogled at, during various times. None gives me the credit. A girl she was and singlehood accompanied her all along adolescence years. In the beginning, she was wearing me for instances, she said that she didn't have the courage to go out of the house wearing me. Then came in that day, when she attended her first college party, The fresher's, she wasn't attractive but she loved people ogling at her. Of course, she wore me just at the party and was able to scare the shit out of the males who otherwise, never cared her existence.

Anyone who was doing the trick, then it was definitely me. I was actually the reason that she was looking the princess today. She was excited but knew her parents were not going to allow it. Anyways, it was college time and the wall excites many to rebel. She then started wearing me on her septum, first as a stud and then as a horn. She used to wear me on occasions believing that the effect may be gone. But there was no logic as to when she would wear me and would keep me off the table. I felt really bad as she was just using me, some of my parts got rusted so she decided to throw them in the dustbin instead of repairing me.

As the age grew, so increased her ways and desires of passion, she began widely accepted to be a queen in her own terms. But having more of me now needed money and she always fascinated of platinum. She started with cheap twigs, then blades and now her fascinations are increasing. She wants to be a rich queen.
 Then I came in her dreams telling her that since she used me to get to a high position in the society and betrayed me to the largest extent, I curse her that she won't be getting true love any other day. the dream opened her eyes to the future. Now she learned that she won't be finding a true love but after playing with the male basic instincts he realized that it was the time to turn them platinum and gold wasn't enough. Yes, the poor girl chose money and not love she had already found her real love.

Yes, counts her, 35 on her 15 marriage anniversary all pure platinium.

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