Page 6 of Bone Dust

He-e-eal me

Reach inside, take my pain

Can you make me whole again?

He-e-eal me

Heal me.

At the start,

A woman stole my heart,

She said she’d stay

But lied and ran away

I messed with the law,

And found the devil’s claw,

Thought I was done,

Down the end of

some man’s gun

Purge my sins, cleanse my soul

Take this heart and make it whole

He-e-eal me

Reach inside, take my pain

Can you make me whole again?

He-e-eal me

Heal me.

They say makin’ mistakes is a part of life …

Peace settles over me as I strum the last chord and hold out the last note. I tuck my memories away. Beneath my closed lids, I imagine kissing my parents goodbye. A second later, I open them, and I freeze.

No one is moving.

Did I screw up the words?

A thunderclap of applause hits the air like lightning, and the jolt pops me out of my seat. One by one people rise until everyone in the room is standing.

Tears sting my eyes. My heart fists. Warmth flushes my cheeks then races over my throat and chest.

“Wow.” Shock slips through my lips into the microphone, but they can’t hear me. It’s what my dad called ne plus ultra—the moment you reach your highest success. My whispered word floats away, lost in the roar of the crowd.

I floated on a cloud the remainder of the evening but now, I’m done for the night, and I’m glad because I’m tired. The adrenaline that surged through me from the audience’s reaction to Heal Me took me high but, now the flow’s returned to normal, and I’m spent.

“I’d like to thank you all for a night I’ll never forget. Again, I’m Savannah Grace and I’ll be back at Mad Dog next week. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

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