The ravens are flying again. Circling me from above. Screaming that the sky is on fire. Their bck eyes fixated on me, searching for an expnation.

  “Why did you do this?” they ask me. “Why do your feet bring bad luck, staining the alleys with red drops, and making your eyes rain?”

  “Why?” I answer them, looking up as a nebulous feather fall before me. “You have a body wrapped in shadow, while I have a soul like that. I can’t stop.”

  “Wicked witch! Wicked witch!” they squawk before flying towards the distant blue skies.

  MaggieRoo