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Ascent and Abyss

  • sierraedmister
  • Aug 16
  • 1 min read

When these fallen fruits begin to rot

Fragrant with potential I forgot

about

It’s about time 

I’ll gather these pieces of me

I will learn how to scream 

It’s about time

I'll burn my throat 


And I want

to be

haunted

by me


********


If I am to fall

I'll close my eyes

Feel in my gut

I'll take my time


but if I am to fly

I will feel

my wings


********


Silent in the presence of a god 

It’s got three eyes too many and plenty see all that I’m not 

I shrink while my groceries rot

I’ll gather these pieces of me

while the pages redeem their story

I color it well 


If I am to fall

I'll close my eyes

Feel in my gut

I'll take my time


but if I am to fly

I will feel

my wings


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