turbulence
I rise
seatbelt suspends me…
Author: Mx. Lavender
shard of wing
stretches…
cold reaches inside
my unzipped jacket
like fingers on my collarbone…
eyes dance over foxes,
one big orange
and two little oranges…
Faith is a whisper
you can’t quite hear…
I’m sick
of pretending…
If home is where
the heart is,
then…
I woke up with a beating heart
this is all I need…
No one knows why we like
tall trees so much
until we look up…
All the love got washed
away down to the sea…
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