Shana-Nya

My mother always told me I was born with four spines. They stay there, side by side, in my ramrod straight back, the reason for my very correct posture. So when my back began to arch, people noticed. My parents were first. You look different, they would suppose as I would approach every morning for breakfast. Is something wrong? My mother would question. Are you ill? My father would ask. I had a gift with the vague and I used it to my only advantage in this scenario. Because telling them the truth would be a lot more devastating. How would I tell them about the fact that my bones, my spine, the very part of me they admired most, was depreci

Fall came, but I was left hanging on the trees and suffocating by this chaffing rope What I would give to understand the rustles of the dry leaves who escaped this fate They murmur the answer over and over again and again, but I am too far away to hear even a whisper When summer comes I will try again, but for now I am left struggling by my neck on Death's doorstep