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and occasional wheezing
achy and whiny
it hurts on my hiney
blogging while sick
and deprived of my nap
i want me some sleeps
cause i feel like crap


my thoughts, so profound

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Anika - Prologue (Art/Character by Mary Kerr)

Index:

• Prologue
• Chapter One
• Chapter Two
• Chapter Three
• Chapter Four
• Chapter Five
• Chapter Six
• Chapter Seven
• Chapter Eight
• Chapter Nine

   Anika

  

Prologue

Of Devils Borne

and Angels Torn

 Am I just living refuse,

Or am I a refugee?

Should I mask my flesh,

Conceal my face,

Or can I simply be?

There’s little use in fighting,

To win trust from those who flee

But my heart of hearts,

It aches to see,

A smile aimed at me

I miss you, Mother.

1672 A.D.

Northeast of Moscow

          THE FRIGID AIR clawed at the little girl’s bright green eyes. Loose strands of hair fluttered behind her, long and red, the rest tucked into the oversized knit jacket she’d stolen from the town prior. Her teeth clattered violently behind her black scarf as legs she could no longer feel fought through snow just past her knees. The snow had soaked through the last of her three pairs of leggings and four pairs of socks. Traversing an empty street would have been difficult; by now, she doubted she could make it past this field.