She wakes.
Stretches.
Alive.
She feels strange.
She feels familiar.
She feels powerful.
She feels…
Ah.
Aha!
She is.
She IS!
She is…me!
awake,
Cassandra
- THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 