She mimicked normal, Smiling, wine glass Lifted pinkie; copied class, And she remembered back, Carefree before this jump. Into ash and stone Leaping downwards, This place would never Feel like home. Oh, did not she Understand her strength, When the wind Lifts her wings? To get through the storms She would forget Her own dimension … Continue reading Soul Genocide
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The Death of Ms. Hagley
I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died, crucified by slow breaths; a painful death,