it's them. it’s always them. her past, her life
now, the
future she won’t let herself
imagine, much less accept.
hell, even ancient, timeless prophecies. it’s always been the three of them.
sashannarcy birthed me, raised me, drove me to
school, paid for my
school trips, put my artwork on the fridge, bought me an iphone, picked me up from parties, paid for my driving lessons, sent me to
college, watched me graduate, helped me move out, loved me.