By: Maggie

burden on Tally's neck

perfictly like a pretty

everything was perfict like prettys

want everything perfict like the skin of a pretty

came to tally like a trained dog. 

roared like a crowd at a football game.

sat sad and crumbling in the distance.

sat unused like old toys that were abandond.

lead to many dark things.

the smoke was still an unraveling secret.