Butterflies string along the emptiness
of the air; bodies litter the earth and I am with them--
their wings clipped like paper planes to match the crash and burn,
and who are we but the ones hiding scissors behind our backs?
Breathe into me the freedom you felt when you were young,
and I'll exhale songs on blacktops reflecting sunshine on chalk outlines--
our childhoods, cold winds inside our blank concordance;
a monotone so bleak I can taste the sour notes...
Uniqueness stripped away, our wings fluttering before us while we lay naked
on the ground; and I'm still flying-- your jealousy tries to pull me
down.
A contest entry
- I Want to Feel! by DancingQueenAngi.
475 points, ended March 1, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Wow! Where to begin? I absolutely loved the rock, paper, scissors reference! Great idea and you pulled it off very well! You also had wonderful imagery through out the write, and you had a great and unique ending!
Thanks!
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lol I didn't even mean to put the rock paper scissors thing in there
Thanks for the comment. 
-Jaz♥
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"their wings clipped like paper planes to match the crash and burn,
and who are we but the ones hiding scissors behind our backs? " <---I love this part...awesome, awesome write
"I'll exhale songs on blacktops reflecting sunshine on chalk outlines--
our childhoods," <--what imagery! I love this line!
"our wings fluttering before us while we lay naked
on the ground; and I'm still flying-- your jealousy tries to pull me
down." <--great ending.
well written piece...I have to say one of my top favorites of yours.
*hug*
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