she asks every breeze
she comes across
“have you seen it
my kite?”
an ashen soul
floats across the world
It flew among kerchief clouds
light and weightless
hanging by a blood line
undried blood tears
coming undone
wisps remain
swirling in thin air
descending
into a spiral
hopes lost
before hitting rock bottom
wishes the color of marrow
she had built a kite
tied a bleeding vein to it
and let fly
there is no telling
what there is worth flying
letting go
what will become of it
after it has landed
has come back
what will survive
such great heights
when all that makes
you are dead selves
flaking your bones
she willed herself wings
born of dying hopes
sliding slipping
a weary ascent
along the red line
each inch of the climb
became a chapter
she would rather skip
in her life book
often pages remained blank
the rest dark inked labyrinths
drawing on her life pool
not much to go before i am home
she let out a long sigh
time elastic as the line
snapped
a wasted weary wind
blew her away
wish shavings
crackling onto themselves
shy of realization
a pale frail soul floats
at the edge of a forgotten world
asking every vagrant waft of wind
“have you seen it
my wishes on a kite?”
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