Will She Fly?

She flies.

Without any solid goal.

Understanding she must escape the encroaching darkness.

Escaping from the only reality she has ever known.

Her wings struggling to escape the ground, the darkness itching its way to her heart.

Panic overtakes, she swallows her shrill.

Again she tries to fly, again she tries to escape to oblivion.

Beautiful music, lovely melodies persuade her the sky is what she is seeking.

But down she goes again, plummeting to earth.

Sweeping the tears from her eyes, pushing herself to get up again.

Broken, broken are her wings.

Her beautiful exterior scarred with battle-signs.

Will she ever fly again?


The End

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