She sits alone.
Stares at the phone:
New, unbidden demons
unleashed in her home.
A couple of calls!
That’s all
it took.
And her world was shook.
Then,
through another medium,
she hears new, angelic voices,
again:
“You’ve opened my sight!”
“You’re changing my me.”
“You were right!”
“Thanks to you, I see
freely!”
And the demons fade,
and aren’t even as much,
as drying dew in the glade,
due to the lives she’s touched.
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