I ascend to joy again on crisp silver wings. The scars on my back regrow my transcendence a feather at a time. All at once.
I lean over a worried worshiper and whisper reassurances with a breath of peach-syrup promises. My mind is a sunset behind my eyes, and the heat from my inner-horizon fuses my cracked glass heart to my bleached bone ribcage.
I am so scared to live again. So uncertain.
7:10 p.m. - 2015-06-16
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