The world turned to ash
as she walked
Down the halls where the faceless people lived.
Down the halls where the faceless people lived.
They watched her with
dark sockets
Screaming mouths
Filled with bees
Screaming mouths
Filled with bees
As she borrowed their
wings
And flew
Upside down across the sky
And flew
Upside down across the sky
Her desk grew arms
Glued nailed
Glued nailed
The record is on repeat
She hears the gentle
buzzing
And puts the world in a zip-lock bag
And they eat her wings
And they eat her wings
I love the surreal in this poem and the theme of the wings. The wings signify striving for change and that's something I greatly admire about this poem.
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