We all know the game.
That one we called fun. The one we adored with a passion.
A game played by children everywhere with everyone around.
That one game we'd play every day until we got dizzy spinning in circles and falling on our bums when the riddle ended.
Yep, Ring Around The Rosies.
We spun in a circles in all sizes as we shouted,
"Ring around the roseys pocket full of poseys
ashes, ashes, we all fall down."
And then we all fell outwards as we belted our ouches.
We didn't think about what it meant. In fact, we didn't care as long as it was fun.
We all thought it was just some game.
Little did our little brains know?
It held so much more then fun with our friends.
We all found it was about the black plague.
Then we stopped spinning in circles.
The next generation continued.
They just didn't know.
We found out of was about people literally falling to the ground too uncertain death when we fell outwards at the end.
It was about a rat.
That caused death to millions of people.
That's how my curse was defined to me.
Like it was just some game. That I didn't know held a real meaning until it smacked me in the face.
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