Piece By Piece
It was dark
and the fire burned.
Lena knew it was only a matter of time
before she lost her mind.
Her sister was a wild one
even though her body was
oh so frail
oh so frail.
Shana was living
on borrowed time.
And yet,
she acted as if
she was healthy.
Lena knew the truth.
Shana was in denial.
Her body was failing
Little by little
bit by bit
piece by piece.
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Hello, my name is Anne-Marie. Welcome to my profile. I like to think of myself as a writer and advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses. Part of me struggles with my faith on a daily basis because of my sexual orientation. So a lot of my poetry is about coping with that and my health on a day-to-day basis. I don't define myself with my sexual orientation or my health struggles but they are a part of me; there's no denying that. I love to write dark science fiction about dystopic futuristic landscapes. I like to write strong female leads with a lot of emotion and feeling to them. I truly live, breathe, and enjoy writing. Thank you for reading this
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