A Thing

A Thing

A Poem by Aria

...and the blood dripped from the open wound of the sky on to their skin yet they only saw rain. How horrible a thing it must be then, she thought, for them to be human. How horrible a thing it must be then, she thought, for her to never be again.

© 2016 Aria


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Aria
A poem about my main character from my book. But I feel this can be interpreted a few different ways.

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Aria
Aria

Skokie, IL



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I don't do well with talking about myself so I will simply say that my writing sets the stage for my imagination to play. But more than that, every piece I write, whether a poem or novel, is a bit of .. more..

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