.kuba (lotophagous) wrote,

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as i flew towards the brightest of suns the wax that held together the feathers of my wings gave in to her self-combusting flames. i was paralyzed by an ocean of freezing hell, only burning fear prevented it from reaching the inside of me.

for the first time i not only faced my fear, i have the courage to give it a voice. a tremulous, stuttering, shrill, pitiful voice, so despised by lovers. i wanted to understand.

no answers. only cold, prerecorded, distant reassurance.

still breathing is an option.

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