I wasn’t invincible, after all. Felt the sadness soak through my bones until they became brittle. I understood mourning before it even set in. It’s like I felt the impending doom before the shock ricocheted throughout my world. And we were all left to love and mourn and wish and yell back at the sadness for thinking it could take more of us than it deserved. I wasn’t filled with peace- anger boiled on my tongue and I swallowed words like dynamite. Maybe I had a touch of magic that made me feel more than the rest of them. Too bad magic turns to poison when you don’t use it graciously. And when it all went to flames, I danced in the kerosine. Maybe I wasn’t invincible, after all- maybe I was just seventeen and coping. -AMT ©️