She Saw The World

She saw the world. It was grimy, dirty and it stank. The moon shone its light on vile streets. People hung around it till the night ate them up slowly.

The animals started their march next; they veered off the streets of course, their souls far too pure for it. Instead they lurked in corners, hidden from sight and awaited for the morning to come.

She found them. They screeched and screeched until she was a part of them.

The streets are still the same. But she had changed; she was saved. An animal of her own right, she became.

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