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Blind Flight
Our blood pulsed in each other's veins,
and we breathed in the sunrise.
The forest spun, branches blazing,
wings alight with every phoenix cry.
I was your re-birth, and you mine,
baptised in burning entwinement.
Today, my knees are cut, my ribs cracked.
The sight of your back tastes like ashes.
Published 15th Mar 2014
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15th Mar 2014 10:31pm
16th Mar 2014 9:48pm
16th Mar 2014 9:56pm
The abruptness of the final stanza is brave and admirable - and I think appropriate like a slap across the face of expectation - cool writings
16th Mar 2014 10:02pm
Thank you for noticing this small thing. I wanted to contrast the feelings, because heartbreak is usually unexpected.
17th Mar 2014 7:46am
22nd Mar 2014 4:51am
