Alby Mangroves Week 89: If Wishes Were Fishes

Alby Mangroves
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Title: If Wishes Were Fishes

Sometimes it’s really difficult coming to terms with it.

This thing, this new existence, it hangs above me like a guillotine.

I’ve screamed myself hoarse at the unfairness of it, wishing my eyes still produced tears.
My misery feels hollow without them.

Sometimes I rage, wishing I could kill Royce again and again.

But, there are times when I’m calm. Accepting.

I can’t change what I am.

No amount of wishing will soften this stone body back into a human one.

If Carlisle hadn’t ‘saved’ me, would I float among the clouds?

Mother always said I looked like an angel.