My fidelity flies as far north, as far away, from the source of it's captor as excruciating as the beating of it's wings will allow.
I left everything behind me, on that shallow rock, packed neatly into rows so that they may easily decipher my reasons for freedom.
Grateful for the salty breaths washing away the stale cast around my throat I ignore the burning behind my irises, spreading the black of my pupils outward.
Lightening screams down to the furious curelean universe below it, begging for it's help to bind it's arms around me and carry me down.
I almost let the icing fingertips graze my doubts before I decide, once and for all,
I'm not a slave.
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Wonderful...love the ending line.
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"I'm not a slave."
I really liked how you ended this.
Very nice piece.
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Grateful for the salty breaths washing away the stale cast around my throat I ignore the burning behind my irises, spreading the black of my pupils outward.
thats my favorite lines...
i also like the last line.. it gives the poem a nice flavor.
finalist! :] -
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oh wow thank you (:
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I love the imagery and metaphor in this piece, which, though speaking of freedom, leaves it open to interpretation from the reader as to freedom from what.
Good write.
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