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I Flap by Jan Sand 2018-04-11 08:17:05 |
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I Flap My wings are skin, stretched on bone. I flap. The sun makes jewels of my scales, red, blue, gold. I flap. Far below, the tiny trees waltz in the wind. I flap.
Against the sky of ruffled clouds, the black crows scatter. I flap. Tiny sounds of church bells tumble up into the sky. I flap. Small colored bits dance in random on a square. I flap. A children’s playground, I turn downwind. I flap. Folded wings, I whistle-drop to meet the ground. I flare my wings. I bullet swift to meet the children as they scatter, scream. Talons extended. I clutch a girl, it waves its yellow hair and squirms. Up, up, up, I flap. It stares at me in silent fear, blue eyes swim in tears. I nip off its head. Down falls the head, a yellow dandelion in the wind. I bite down. The warm flesh drips long strings of blood. I eat. The empty bag of rags falls away. I flap. Ovi+Literature Ovi+science Ovi_magazine Ovi |
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