BITTER SPIRAL

[RainIsABirb]

Pitter-pattering steps up and down a tenuous staircase had led to a stumble, a trip, a fall.

First does she deny gravity's pull, and then does she grow angry for the bumps its yank leaves.
Born from the roots and called by the leaves, innocence is ripped from the girl's life quickly.

Third does the woman scrabble at every surface to slow; fourth does she despair in her downward descent.
Drugs make no purchase on her aching mind, and the light shining at the top grows dimmer by the hour.

O, beloved Mother of mine, hallowed is thine river.
Be mine guiding lantern on this disparate stream.
I've lost sight of your beauty, and see only embers.

In those last fleeting moments did the Scion of Solais clasp her hands together to pray,
as her gaze turned downward toward that yawning abyss, eyes adjusting to the dark-

SLAM.

And now she lies broken at the bottom in a pit of broken glass.
But magi are well-renowned for their durability, look, see!
I'll rise again like a phoenix reborn, and I've never been more alive!

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