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Something is RottenSomething is rotten in the state of Denmark.
The sky and clouds are tinged in black
A journey now would be unwise to embark.
Even with the light of day rising in the east,
The sight of red pierces through my eyes
Signaling tragedy beyond that of a beast.
Oh, if only the cock would sound the alarm!
Can it not sense from its roost the unholy
Black clowder flee from the land spirits charm?
How I fear no amount of scent or spice
Can help my uneasy soul! Crow!
You blasted bird! I'm prepared to pay the price!
Helios has finished his journey yet
Your voice does not perk!
Could this be a trick a devil has set?
A plot perhaps to keep everyone asleep
While ghosts and spirits freely dwell
Surely for my crime I will be put to sleep.
Smelling the rot against their wishes
Seals my fate to the cackling witches.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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