Poem: Falling to Pieces

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Author's note: The main antagonist of this story's POV is reflected through this poem. It's implied it's someone who has had a major family member death during their childhood. (That's several of the characters in this story, both grownups and college students, so who it could be is still a mystery.) This is set before the story starts canonically.

(Reminder: This is an additional chapter that is not part of the main story, just adds context for the antagonist's actions.)

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Pieces strewn across the floor,

an older man stands at the door.

"Leave me alone", I call out

"Everyone thinks I'm a lout"


He points to the sky

and promises I'll soon fly.

"Humans can't do that,

they'll just splat".


"What if we dream up a world

where your doubts are furled?

Restore life to the way it once was

if you but follow our cause".


I don't hesitate,

my tears soon abate.

"Let the games begin",

I reply with a Cheshire grin.


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Vocab Notes:

Lout-awkward stupid person (usually used for males or boys, can be used for others)

furled- neatly or securely rolled up

abate- to decrease in intensity

Author's note: This was written with a specific theme in mind-grief and the various ways it is channeled.(In this case...well you can guess it might not be the right way.) And yes, this is the origin story of a certain character in this story, the main antagonist. (They might have a reason to hate humans...just saying.)

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