I could #read it in her face – her sunken cheeks and her distant eyes. Her slackened jaw that once said, "I love you, sweetie."

Daddy will say she looked like an angel, but I will always know the truth.

All I saw that day was death. #Grief #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 1, 2019

The #bow yanked against Carol's violin, playing ear splitting whines that made every member of the orchestra grit their teeth.

"How is that?"

"I #bow to your gift," the concert master winced, "I've never known a violin capable of the sounds it just made, until today." #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 2, 2019

The famed racer & seasoned #convict smirked at the smoking race tracks, unfazed by the fiery remains of the opposing team. "T-that wasn't an accident, was it?" The rookie grease monkey sputtered, in awe of how composed the mob lieutenant was. His answer was simple. "No." #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 4, 2019

Joe's every habit was #deliberate. How many ice cubes he preferred. Purchasing one pair of sneakers a year. His routine janitorial job. His entire life was a deliberation. So when Joe stopped showing up for work, everyone had the same thought on their minds. He was dead. #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 5, 2019

#bougie lived in #Bushwick even pre-gentrification.
Rican girls wearin' more chain links than a chain fence.
Nail salons like Times Square in the middle of #Brooklyn.
Baby Phat wearin' mothers on stoops, dancin'
before kale & lofts, moved on Jefferson.#vss365 #poetry

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 8, 2019

Joyce & Ronny watched the plume of smoke blacken the daytime skies. Birds squawked out from the path of destruction. Joyce looked down to Ron's still smoking hands & the #munted remains of their house. "I don't think you've got those powers until control just yet." #vss365

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 12, 2019

Grackle's iridescent wings, though they wink in the sun, become one with night every #eventide. Solemn protector of his home, I watch him disappear into the dark as he gaurds the gates where monsters more terrifying than he, await. #vss365 #myMC #amwriting

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 14, 2019

Ambriel searched for the Grackle, until she found him beneath the #downlight of the moon. Oblivious to her presence, he watched the sky with tears in his eyes. Who knew, that even beasts could cry. #vss365 #myMC #amwriting

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 14, 2019

Blaine #malingered in the shed while a storm of blood thirsty creatures flitted about the yard. He only had one job – to retrieve the fluid to light the torches. Instead, he hid away until the shed door tore open and Grackle tossed him out as a sacrifice. #vss365 #MyMC

— Rachel's Writing (@rachelsfloetry) February 21, 2019