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sort of a follow up to 'persecution' |
| i leap from the skillet into the fire, but land in a grassy field. the blades are dull and dance and sway, beneath a brilliant sun. the warmth of acceptance kisses my flesh, as i bask in the sweet scent of freedom. the sun rises higher, unaware, and a bead of uncertainty forms on my brow. the blades of grass grow brittle and frail, and crumble beneath my step. struggling for breath—for life, i run to a solitary tree. i lie beneath it's branches, asking myself, "why?" i stay until the sun goes fading beyond the horizon. the sky transforms into a magnificent sapphire, as i wander back to my beginning. |