he never quite knew
what he did when he gave her
that pair of small wings
he used to keep them
in an old box always locked
until she came by
he thought they would match
the clothes she wore the color
of asphalt and clouds
she claimed those wings no
they claimed her as soon as she
put them on they grew
he tried to cut them
like her hair they grew longer
they tore her apart
she never quite knew
if she was crucified or
flying perhaps both
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. “Happy”)
Written for Poem Tryouts
Image credit: indgoblue’s tumblr site
