![[THE FLIGHT] (© [Yulia Yuryeva] | dwars)](/sites/default/files/Poezie%20Julie_witter.jpg)
they tell us
to open our broken wings
seal our smiles of cracked glass with
honey and brass
to sing farewell to hells and heavens of before (though we shout for home)
flinging ourselves away from the edge
they haunt us
with catatonic whispers of futures past and presents hidden
an old possibility of now
forgotten in futile dreams and fear of the dark (both of them screaming)
closed eyes of therebefore and missed maybes
they watch us
kiss us on frigid foreheads and smile
ecstatically
drive us on to the opposite of remaining
staining our cheeks with bloody fingers (they claw at nothing) (they are desperate)
reminding of what it feels like to return
they push us
and they tell us to jump
falling
or
soaring.
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