Sweet Plague

TL4
by Trent Lovett

NADYIAH WORTHAM

Are you aware of this bond that is inexplicably strong?

So hard for me to believe it when doctors say to me it is okay—but , she did not make it…

How can anyone be okay after that?

Time is constant.

But, change is inevitable. To be optimistic, a blessing and a curse.

All that I take for granted will all be long one day.

Why don’t I cherish every little piece of it? Maybe it’s because in the moment I have a mysterious sense of knowledge.

I am a piece of sweet potato pie.

Sweet but bitter, I am but no pressure.

So underestimated in the act because the pie is always visible, but you don’t get that bitterness until you actually have your own slice.

People get a bite and conform the thought or idea that I’m a vision in their perception.

I know every get is not a diamond, which is why I became a crystal.

I mean, why not be

extraordinary.

 

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