The Tigerlily Witch
By L Mathews
Sometimes, the sky reaches down and grabs me by the strings of my heart. It pulls and pulls until I cannot breathe. When I look up, I am suffocated by the horrible ringing of the weight of endless galaxies glaring down at me.
Alas, in the end, my eyes open, and I remember that I’m just as crazy as I was the night before.
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