Microfiction
Sold into flames, fiery pits sing of the determination of willful souls who know only the battles of their homeland.
Dead then alive, then dead again, human resurrection; phoenixes rising up, resisting the shackles weighing them down. We move to get away from ourselves. We seek peace in other lands — eager to take over other worlds. Will our legs carry us to places unknown?
Temptation comes in two forms; young or old. We crave them both. Is this life’s crown? Are we waiting to be brought back to life while we struggle to live?
Are we?
Revised version originally published in soliloque via Medium.
A Cornered Gurl 
“Are we waiting to be brought back to life while we struggle to live?” I love this!
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🙏🏾💙 Thank you, Mags. I’m glad you like this one.
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You’re welcome, Tre.
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We’re totally fine. Here’s hoping that you all are the same.
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Yes, ma’am. Jernee and I are pretty safe, thankfully. Thank you!
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So far we are living okay. Currently we are in the fourth week of an eight-week lockdown because of Covid. Doing fine.
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I know you guys probably hate the lockdowns, but I really believe that is what’s keeping everyone safe and healthy. The US is so concerned about the “economy,” and making money, they’d rather not go into another lockdown. I believe we CLEARLY need it. *Sighs*
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We’re cool with the lockdowns. It’s what we need to do. Plus masks.
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That’s right! You guys remain safe. I know you will be.
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