Flopped Wings
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1 min readMay 27, 2019
Head hung low
Red bleeds no more
Sorrow cannot show
Leaves of grace crumple
Safe privacy slides away
Like sands in a desert storm
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Forced open, ripped from a cocoon
Underdeveloped and spotted too soon
Wet crinkled wings pump to live
Trying to find a way to fly