And His Freedom Left Cracks In the Plaster
His memories congeal and
crucify him to the wall
So he fashions wooden wings,
carving bone from his shoulder blades
soaring hollow through her fingertips.
*Written in exactly 25 words*
Copyright © Hana Ryusaka | Year Posted 2009
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