VII. Whelve

A gift she never got
was the gift she always wanted.
A blessing she forgot
was not to take it all for granted.

• • •

I loved flying until they set the sky on fire
I loved flying, until I saw my wings, hanging on a wire
I loved flying for it gave me freedom

I burned them, yet I need 'em

• • •

The sound of so much red
began to play games within her head.
The smell of loneliness the air possessed
turned her lungs into a mess.

It had never been about them,
all he cared for was that stupid jem.
About her status, about her wealth..
Gosh, he took away her health!

It wasn't even hard,
she was so naive,
nobody ever saw him leave...

How she could again believe?

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