Felicia’s days had been long,
unbearably dull
and void of hope
since the day the beanstalk
had fallen.
She’d cut off communication with Jack,
too ashamed to reply,
but had still held a secret hope
that everything could return
to how it was.
Now the landers had cut that option
and once again the ground
was beyond her reach.
She took down Jack’s drawings,
too painful a reminder,
but couldn’t bear to throw them away.
Instead, she tried to continue,
seal her heart and dreams
and just exist.
There was no other choice left.
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