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That is the beauty of falling, love
She Vitrified my wings, you see,
Fallen angel without a tragic story
Glass feathers shatter so easily
Against asphalt and I feel every tremor
Every needle-thin fracture folding me inward like bedsheets
On a maudlin’s mattress
Hurry the arteries to bleed, Might I present a pretty picture,
Splayed out on the ground, like taxidermy in motion, nail my fingers down
Keep lifting up, I don’t know how
What a shame it was to crawl from the pool with wings
Only to be chained under the skin of the earth.