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Lessons Unlearned: Hybrid Prose Poem

The blue light of day skidding along the surface of feathers

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

She reaches past my tongue to pull the raven from my throat — black, black bird with its beak long enough to puncture skin, but whole, shining, the blue light of day skidding along the surface of feathers, of the breathing darkness —

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