The New World

From soap bubbles, I emerge. Cocooned in bath mist I slip into the light. My armour of sandalwood shimmers around me.

I close my eyes to this delight.

Every breath is freedom.

Every breath is safe.

To leave this place is to leave a dream. Outside, the world is foul and green-yellow. The air bristles with malice. Breaths come in hacking gasps, or not at all.

This place is with me always. I reach for it through a smog of pain. I reach for it when the light dims.

When despair tightens its grip I remember there is a place beyond all this. A place where I am safe. At the end of the nightmare, it is there.

Lady Luck

Do you love me, Lady Luck?

I have no love for you, my child....

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