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It's been three years since the last touch of my soul mate's hand; lingering, eating away at my flesh like an unwanted disease. It was all I had, the last of what I needed from such an unruly source. It's been three years since I became an Imperfect Angel, God's defective handy work. Three weeks since my last box with a forsaken; last of my kind, we're dying together. Too many three's and we're inhabited by the devil they say. I've never been religious, but I've sure picked up a bible more times than I can count since my Imperfection. Squatting and cowering on the eve of a balcony. I'm reflecting my own sins, invisible to the conservative way

As I said in the description of my blog, I would post various other works by me such as my writing, drawings, etc. It's not all about politics. OMG am I saying this….yes I am lol :) hehe enjoy. This is the first chapter of a story I am working on called, "Defective Seraph". Running, I'm always running. The "clack, clack" of my shoes hit the pavement. It's coming for after me, no I won't let it catch me. I keep running, never noticing the puddle in front of me. My feet come from up under my belly sending me into an upward spiral; hitting the ground, hard. My head is in a downward spiral; never knowing which way is up. His shadow befalls

In a little while I will be posting a story I am working on, it's fictional. I would really like it if people who come to my page or are watching me, etc would leave comments please!!