The days of October flew by like a cursed crow. Her feathers oil
Black, sunlight baking the outstretched glisten.
Thunderous lines of purple blueprint her scars, ripping
Howls of Anemoi – their chants quiet against her drumming soul.
Her neck twitches, looks over left wing, and vanishes
Behind the thick, electrifying haze. Tattered tail
Pokes out the smoke, the smoke. Tears stinging her eyes,
Seeing home.
Love Always Shine Everytime Remember 2 Smile.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Fighting
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Nice piece Ted, I like this.
It's me Jonathan, I saw your website on facebook, ha
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