Fallen

I was there
when she first spread her wings

I was there
when she learned to fly

I was there
when the winds failed

I was there
when she fell

I was there
when the chalk line was drawn

I was there
when they ignored the extra extremities

I was there
when reporters drew the wrong conclusions

I was there
when the feathers disappeared

I was there
when the tears began to fall

I was there
when shadows grew unchecked

I was there

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for the image prompt from Margo Roby

Moth

she flutters through the night
like a moth

easing between currents
content with the dark quiet

timid when shadows flee
knowing from experience

the light can sting

 

for the Mag