
In response to : https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/


It begins with a split—
that quiet cringe before truth arrives.
I breathe, gather the pieces,
feel for my wings.
The ground shows its cracks,
what lies beneath refuses silence.
I hesitate, then stretch,
learning the length of myself again.
This body is a ship,
creaking, alive.
I spin through chaos,
not broken—
becoming.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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