A poem about the yearly struggle of switching to *summer wear.*
a to-do list for getting through my day when i wake up depressed
all things born must bend
Once more the venomous refrain comes to plague my weary brain.
A poem(?) about confessions.
Before the pandemic.
Mid-autumn shrinking of days: waves of midnight blue lapping an island of grey cloud.
The final part. Genevieve faces the Beast.
Genevieve meets with Governor L'Amie alone, and a long-concealed truth is brought to light.
Still recovering from their encounter with the Governor's followers, Genevieve and Darnell make plans to finish their mission.