A Mask Of Wings – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

broken on the floor,
a stove top laying open,
my name was not sin,
it was seeped in sweat,
blood,
tears,
all the groups that make up thee,
forever a tree,
sapling hold me over,
the sea of wisdom left,
poke me and I sing,
forge forever onward,
windows,
provide me the moments,
and vile we are,
snow deep,
the mask drops,
my thorns now show…

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