what if there’s more to life than punishment
Days pass as she wastes away, wondering when she will muster up
the courage to save herself.
The vultures reappear overhead, cawing in cracked skies for her heart’s corpse.
She sits, hoping to wake up and find the strength to rise with the dawn and cast mother’s monsters away.
She knows there is a land for her.
One of halos and golden roses shimmering in a lilac-blue sky, revealing the secrets she thought were lost to abuse.
They say that her gifts will save her from the monsters.
To her, she’s useless to herself.
Hopeless in her ability to rescue herself.
What gifts could she possibly have to save her from this graveyard?
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