my daughter is the phoenixI have a second hearta second chancea second mea second life.she burns beneath her skin.my daughter is the phoenix,the girl who rose, bare and brightmy ashes in a scattered cloud around her feetshe will follow themas the air whisks them away.she will run with the windher hair a crimson whipcrackling like firespitting sparksas it flares out behind her in the starlighther flesh will glowlike gleaming iron, hot and whiteand frighten the darkness back into the gnarled trees that shelter ither eyes will smolder and flashand with one last burst of speedher lightning legs will set alight the patha flaming
he turned to glassI'm like any other teenagerlucky enough to have made it past pubertyposting my entire life on the internetparents sick to death of my text alert ringtoneswimming in part-time paychecksand graduation gown order formsand I have a boyfriend.Well.Had a boyfriend.Until the day he began to turn to glass. Hold up, hold up. I know. It makes no sense.How could that happen? Flesh and blood to glass? Impossible, right? That's what I thought.The first thing to go were his hands.He'd wrap them around me and kiss me goodnighthe'd text me from a crowded mall food court every night at sixhe'd tuck my hair behind my earhe'd p
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