By Lucie Audy
As trees danced and my heart raced, I escaped my home of angelic doom. White waves of regret drowned my head. Am I dramatic? Yes, maybe, most definitely. My reader, you have never seen angelic doom. It is the worst monstrosity people have created going beyond their own humanness.
I must run, swim, crawl to get to demonic heaven. There I can prosper by myself and only for myself. There my dream will form and prosper. I’ll finally have control.
As trees burned and my heart shrank, I became larger and more full. Golden waters carried my body to demonic heaven.
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