For you it is supposed to be
walls surround
Keep it safe and sound
So I thought
But once a trespasser
Climbed the wall
And persuaded me
With his sly mouth
To let him sleep
In my garden
Cold and lonely he claimed
Guilt dripped inside my veins
How could I say No
He was already over the wall
Did I have a say at all ?
He
He was
He was already
He was already over
He was already over the
Wall
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The Death of Esther Wright
“Esther?” Alyssa attempted to rouse her friend from her musing, but Esther was too deep in thought for that. She was lost in her secret; on the outside she was a perfect Christian girl but, in her head, she was lost in a fantasy. She had always loved fantasy books as child, Harry Potter, Oz, Narnia, Percy Jackson and her love of fantasy only grew. So much so that she had neglected to read the passage for the Bible study she was currently in and had instead read several chapters of V.E. Schwab’s A Conjuring of Light. Fantasy was easier to ingest, than the Bible sometimes. But Esther knew it was wrong to neglect one’s Bible. At least that was what she was told. Something inside her questioned it. But she wasn’t ready to face that side of herself, yet. She turned her focus back onto the Bible study just in time to see Alyssa making a show of attempting to break her from her reverie. Alyssa knew from previous experiences that when Esther was in such state it was best to not startle her. So, she was just flapping her hands about aimlessly and quietly hoping to get her attention.
By Craycraysusie3 years ago in Fiction
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