a dream response
i flew-
the sun's long fingers set my hair on fire,
my face began to melt.
inside a godly halo, golden-
i resisted-
fighting desperately against my own angelic beauty,
hands wrapped crooked, reaching
back behind me, feeling
for the wings to rip
them from my skin.
denying any attachment to the sky.
my eyes resist me still,
holding on to butterflies.
where is death?
the sun's long fingers set my hair on fire,
my face began to melt.
inside a godly halo, golden-
i resisted-
fighting desperately against my own angelic beauty,
hands wrapped crooked, reaching
back behind me, feeling
for the wings to rip
them from my skin.
denying any attachment to the sky.
my eyes resist me still,
holding on to butterflies.
where is death?
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