she
would
send me
snapshots
of heaven.
i
would
pen
missives
from hell.
there is a
flow
in this
dichotomy
as
her halo
appeared
dulled
my
weeping wounds
began
scabbing
later
as i viewed
the world
from the bottom
of another
empty bottle
i would
remember
those
glimpses
into the other side
with the fondness
of a thousand
blades
in the stomach
twisting
for every single
sundered
pinion.
and smile.
a life
unlived.
Love this, but quick question, is ‘pinion’ here meant as an abbreviation of ‘opinion’ or do you actually mean pinion? Thanks!
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Meant to be both, the feather and opinion.
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Thanks !
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