pulled under,
only remedy is dodge sideways…
Sky
shard of wing
stretches…
dawn curls around the edges…
I woke up with a beating heart
this is all I need…
sky’s set of angel wings –
are they clouds that look like ribs…
If sky is demon,
stay inside….
only a slice,
up the stairs,
hemmed in
by stone walls…
It’s gone winter grey,
hidden far too far away…
The smooth cobalt
of a sky you can’t touch,
not so much that you can’t reach
but that if you did, it might swallow
you whole
I don’t like caves,
or being underground,
because I don’t like the idea…
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