as the dust falls

tenderly, she puts the book to rest. Not knowing or caring what dark thing may take her last, waking breath. Slipping into a sorrowful abyss a tear broke the skin and loosened her clenched fist. A prayer birthed and escaped her tongue yet reaches not her beloved one. tenderly: is a wing that beats not […]

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For*rest I am buried in awe of a rich forest nestled amongst broken trunks and leaning towers of freedom I am caught here    in a space     between breaths Lofting like a bird in an updraft For a moment: still Ah, now can you see them? the colours are tumbling, turning into the red […]

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