Jeanyus
Impressed in the sand was a small coin. Not unlike the ones you put into your mouth as a child, or the ones that give you luck if you find them on their tails sides. it shimmered so bright in the light of the moon you might have though it was day. the way that this coin impressed on me was on my soul.
As you hand leaves mine, my fingers plead for body. How can be alone, when you're right here? choice is over rated, much like your past opinion of me.
arthritis burns as begin chopping the wood. it burns almost as much as my resentment for my ungratful children. as I chop I think of the sacrafices made.
flee you parasites you mean nothing to me. I inflict pain, and death where ever I go. I cannot love you, so depart. My love was tarnished by another. you must flee!