1 Shifting Mantra

Atari danced around the room ecstatic with the new package sitting by the door.Honestly her dancing mimicked a child fondling their new toy.

As she short boyish hair

had concern many that saw her today it bounced free not tied up in a bun.

That memory was of her 9th birthday now she dread the day,her world came falling down.

Holding her cold face she shed icy tears at the naive of her happiness for the package it held her families end.

A vase that whispered her haunted life into peril.She lost everything and was filled with utter grief and misfortune.