scratching layers
peeling
familiarity
in sheets
from defeat
and oblivion.
Glitter falls
in rain drops
Glistening
yet murky.
Unclear
yet still
so needed.
Stained fingertips
Stoke fires
Curling
everything
around delicate knuckles
plucking nothing
from thickened air.
Pushed
off the side.
Clinging
from the ledge.
Stubborn.
Not wanting to let go.
Not knowing what's coming.
Not ready to change.
Needing wings,
yet without an ability
to fly.
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