It burns.
It hurts.
My stomach churns.
The scent of searing flesh shall forever take away my peaceful rest. We lost much more than our homes that night, the flames illuminating the sky. I was a girl of only seventeen when the flames claimed me.
My body.
My life.
My soul.
The streets are different now, full of different people and things I have never experienced before. Days are bright, days are grey, but the happiness never stays away. I am glad it returned after that fateful night full of firelight. The children remember me. They remember all of us. Their voices comfort me. I never thought I would say that I enjoy singing about my last day.
London Bridge is falling down
Falling down
Falling down
London Bridge is falling down
My Fair Lady
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
