By Jazmyne Rosado
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It felt so warm. The air was thick and sweet. It was hugging
me, kissing my skin. Their tiny lights were blurred in the fog, twinkling on
and off, here and there. Coming closer and then far away again. I felt myself
sinking to my feet. Sweeping to the ground slowly like a leaf. No fear rang
through me. Rather the comfort of my mother’s arms. The tiny little creatures
came to comfort me. They held my cheeks in their tiny hands.
Somewhere else:
“She was found in an alleyway. Unfortunately, the rats had
gotten to her before her body could be found. She was likely alive when the
rats found her, only unresponsive.”
About the Author
Jazmyne is in her first year at ICC. She has always expressed herself through the arts. It is an easy way for her to connect with people. She spends most of her time trying to make things pretty and reflecting on the human condition.