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Yearning for Freedom

Poetry From The Isolated

By Ace MeleePublished 2 years ago 2 min read
To respect Felice's wishes, her face and neck is censored (Dream Wombo AI, edited by Ace Melee).

Felice Calo is a fictional character for my AbHztemia Files series on Medium (I wanted to have a variety of content on different sites). She is ABF-04: Core Creator.

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Written by Felice Calo

Translated from Latin by the Administrative Executive.

During transmission, some data has been lost. Only presenting what still remains. The file will be updated as soon as the rest of the data is recovered.

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I lay next to my parents, both deceased,

accepting I was soon going to be dead.

Still a girl during the scourge of the Black Death,

bringing Italy into deterioration.

The illness got us and sent us to desolation

island with the other sick ones, daily dreading

we will never see the daylight,

and close our eyes to see the same darkness

that spread within our bodies and turn our blood like that of demons.

No treatment and cursed by the minute, so the doctors

attempt to send us to Hell with a fiery douse.

My mortal fate was deceived–

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In a new world, my corpse was taken for scientific experimentation.

A revival was never in my expectations,

and wake up to see my plague scars everywhere

with a mutation that infects everyone

without a cure; their goal was to exploit

my existing

preternatural qualities where I can transport myself to a new place to explore–

or to hide– and speak to entities.

Downgraded but enhanced–

I’m contaminated and quarantined, but my mind can exodus

to another linked body on Earth, connecting with their essence

and personality, but I have to return to my body in the zone of exclusion…

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Too young, but can never age at all– adopted by a new family,

the Experimenters that performed on me within my file.

They fell

ill while I was locked in a coma for

two weeks on end, halting their experiments. They limit my fantasy

to visit beyond the exclusion fleshly.

Windows to Hztemia only reveals the forest

and its facility where Successors are fostered,

yet they go whenever they please and do not fear

being a carrier, yet staff are forewarned

of lockdowns caused by an unbound Successor’s fury,

while I am here, yearning for fre-

Free Versesad poetry

About the Creator

Ace Melee

-Mainly a horror and fantasy writer.

-I post stories, poetry, and scripts on Vocal. My preferred audience is older teens and adults, but I can adjust for younger teens.

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  • Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago

    This sounds beyond intriguing, Ace. Extremely well done.

  • Kendall Defoe 2 years ago

    Brilliant ending... ;)

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