That’s what we are
Smoke!
Life is a bitch coming into the world ,
And life is all fucked up leaving it,
I for myself starred life a breech baby with a cord wrapped around my neck three times,
Having dammed if I’m going to go out for the last time any easier,
I have so far died three times,
Here I said cradle hit a baby kitten died,
I have kittens brothers and sisters of Lily beside me,
If I take them with me when I go to town to get a cord and a box to send books I know they’ll die with me ,
If I leave them at home it’s a little more so tired without me,
That would be the power I’d want if I had the power or was a witch with power,
To stop our potential our babies to die all babies everywhere,
Where there is life there’s Hope,
I’m tempted to put her in a box or in a bag and seal it and let her die quietly but I can’t,
Because where there’s life there’s Hope!
I would journalist I write what is going on within my realm.
Everybody wants deserves to be held and love in the last moments with her smoke leaves them I feel it!
They raise a ruckus!
They fight and scream in Kitty talk!
Then the Stillness comes,
And silent as dead of night,
he beauty that they were,
leaves their human in tears,
Val Whitewolf 