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Stones

April 04, 2026

I wish I could fly

Unhinged and alone

I wish I could soar

Scream and shatter the stone

Blood pools heavy and dark

Platelets gather, congeal

Nothing left to compress

Only echoes appeal

Then another stone thuds

Deafening rubble on top

They keep coming, you see

Til the wind commands: stop!

Urgent air rushes out

Hostage bubbles escape

The cage shudders and breaks

Splintered bones taking shape

Form is fluid, alive

Learning motion through pain

Gaining speed, gushing red

Pulsing through ruptured veins

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