III. homecoming The skies sing to me elegies of old that pull at my core requiems of a stolen daughter lost to greedy hands i listen to their desolate lullabies and feel their lamentations; let their cries echo, grow steel feathers, sharpen my teeth— rise from the ashes they buried me in. The skies sing to me ballads of joyful reunion and love reveries of promises fulfilled that draw me closer this fire inside smolders and ignites— i gnaw on mama and papa’s steel cage; bruises on my lips, copper on my tongue, stars on my fingertips, yearn and dream til’ i am home again.
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