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June 23, 2019

Fire Away

In open space of only orchids and angels, I hear your words.

They follow me into the woods.

Your words longer to any last bit of hope I have to fulfill my dreams.

How can words become so strong that they scare angels and kill orchids?

I keep walking up the hill and dive into the water so I become deaf.

The water accepts me and embraces my body as I shut my eyes and stitch my lips.

I hear nothing.

The water has pulled me down and I could not be more grateful.

I rise again to the ground where my angels once visited me and my orchids bloomed.

This time I proclaim,

Fire Away.

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