Writing

I was made of fire 

before the roses blessed me

I was made impure 

before purity chose me like

I was some kind of tortured angel

I used to be bad

the worst

Okay. So I asked my sister for three words to write about, and she said "Apples, bananas, and chickens." Well, this is my story about apples, bananas, and chickens.

I wish they knew

How hard we try

From what I remember, it was born growing.

It was born hot, expanding, glowing,

and the people were made of gold 

and of fire.

And it kept growing, it kept burning hot, bright,

Author's Note: I am a therian, and I have four theriotypes; a leopard, an owl, a dolphin, and a horse. Because of this, I have the nickname, "Lowldorse".

Dear New York City,

I don’t know what it is

That makes me love it so much

Maybe it’s the buildings

That stretch towards the sky

Forever reaching upwards