Chapter 1 Mackenzie’s Journal
It’s a new year, but somehow everything is still the same.
A hole in my chest, an endless empty pit.
For once, my siblings have looked up long enough to come home for the holidays, but I wonder if their pain is the same as the one deep in my belly?
No jolly Saint Nick, no warm hugs when the ball drops, and all I can think is this—
When death finds me, I hope it holds my hand.
Ushering me into the promised land.
Beneath bended wing, and stutter-shook stars.
May our still heartbeats never grow apart.
“Come now, my love,” speaks Death’s warm embrace.
And I’ll follow it to a bloodborn place.
Death welcomes me in, breathing life anew.
As we find our eternity under midnight skies.
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