Flight / the nowhere poems


You are a

bird with no



he made

sure of that.


he cut them off

and then

left you

to bleed out

upon his

demon bed.


now as 

the wind brushes

back your

torn and 

red stained


and tempers

your sorrow



it welcomes

you too.


to return 

to  the sky

that you have

fallen from,


and not 

let your spirit

ever burn again

at the touch of

ground or kiss.


for you

in your life

to find 

equality with

anyone or

anything else.


he cut off

your feet,


die or fly ...



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