Magisterial babble lingered in a void it couldn't fill, horizontal candles turning to melt futility. Whispered conjuring, the tribunal's forbidden feminine fearing what she could do with her own mind. Nevermore tragic hands, spread fate between splayed fingers, the course sand scorching, running after the ignorant cries. Furor building within, she could do what she could do, no longer caring who knew. ©February 2017, February 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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