Brenna Yovanoff

Haha. More angst for Mackie. Hahahah.

I am sending Miss Emily to help:

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –

Hi. I've been networking and marketing myself outside of the most obvious places, and surprisingly, or not, I'm not always welcomed on hallowed ground either. I don't burst into flames or anything, but I think they'd like me to. That would be cool! Maybe?

Happy writing.

Is this for Tate's sister? Interesting...