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Farewell, Cruel Earth

At first, I saw nothing but bright lights in flashing in my eyes. Where had he taken me? If only I'd listened to my gut, or those racing thoughts that filled my brain to its brim. I heard only ringing in my ears. But across my back, a marking, one I couldn't recognize, climbed all the way up my shoulder. And it moved. Not a flutter, and definitely not something my eyes tricked me into believing. They covered my arms like a blanket, then a voice broke the ominous silence surrounding me. 
"Welcome to the afterlife, my dear."


Softer than angels,
I hear the trumpets singing,
Welcome to Heaven
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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La France Avatar
February 7, 2026 at 7:44 AM
Florence, I love you Haibun, wonderfully penned and best of luck in the contest ~
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February 7, 2026 at 9:17 AM
Thank you so much <3
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