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Adelina Amouteru

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That’s what the Inquisitors tell me, anyhen they visit my cell I’ve been in here for weeks—I know this only because I’ve been counting the number of times my meals come

One day Two days

Four days A week

Teeks

Three

I stopped counting after that The hours run together, an endless train of nothingness, filled with different slants of light and the shiver of cold, wet stone, the pieces of hts

But to to burn me at the stake in the central market square, for all to see The Inquisitors tell ather outside

I sit straight, the way I was always taught My shoulders don’t touch the wall It takesback and forth, perhaps to stay sane, perhaps just to keep war to me when I was very little I do my best to imitate her voice, a sweet and delicate sound, butlike what I re

It’s so damp down here Water trickles froroove into the stone wall, discolored green and black with grime My hair is matted, and my nails are caked with blood and dirt I want to scrub thee that all I can think about on my last day is how filthy I a reassuring and soak my hands in ater

I can’t stop wondering if she’s okay She hasn’t come to see me

I lower my head into my hands How did I end up like this?

But I kno, of course It’s because I’m a murderer