repetitive stress
i fall
eyes finding stars
night wings, tar hands, sharp teeth
i crash, they fade, swirling remains
i rise
i drop
eyes search the sky
circling, reaching, screeching
i crash, they remain, fog no more
i'll try
i...
eyes forlorn
they nip, grab, bite, tear
i forget light, forsake life
we...
we see
its fearful tumble down the cliff
night wings, tar hands, sharp teeth
we launch skyward
we'll eat
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