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{it always begins the same} meh he whispers instructions I ignore and reach for wings, my eyes seeking her lithe form in a sky which casts its crimson rays like spears of war. With a bold launch over patient waters I chase her fleeting familiar outline between the sea and stars, hearing nothing – my Father forgotten. My temptress now bids me higher – her pale porcelain legs blind my senses. I hear her voice calling closer. I reach her hand and once again my back is wet with molten wings. I fall awake with a shudder: arms flapping sheets, covered in sweat. It always ends the same. |
