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This is something my friend Jewels wrote... I wanted to post it here, because its special to me, and of course, so is she. I showed him bird after bird. They knocked around my chest for a while, then flew out between my ribs. "See how it's done?" I asked. "I'll plummet like a stone," he confessed. "You shall not," I said. "I'm scared," he said. "Don't be," I replied and broke his wings. I had to re-set them, you see. They'd healed all crooked and bent. Snapped them like twigs I did & splinted them back together. "You are ready now," I said. "I'm scared," he said. "Don't be," I replied and shoved him to the willow tree. He clambered up like a quick black spider. Bowyn a dark broken thing perched in a tree. A willow tree. (willow o willow weep for me) Our eyes locked for a moment his shadowed and fearful mine all narrow and knowing & willow branches in-between. I knocked one more bird out of my chest. It shot straight to the moon. (willow o willow will you weep for me) I smiled. "Fly," I said. He crouched lower on the branch. [pause] "FLY" I screamed. He stretched. [pause] ("fly") I whispered. He opened his mouth like a baby bird & nothing came out but something flew in. With one long arm I raised my pistol and pointed it at him. (Be afraid, I thought) "Pull," I said, calmly. And he flew-- With a leap and a cry he jumped and wings s t r e t c h e d the willow caressed him (weep o weep for me) and all the soot was brushed off his wings revealing the truth of him, the beautiful midnight blue-black of him. Blue-black of him. Truth of him. He passed in front of the moon, arms outstretched and feet pedaling. The first flight is always the most the most-- "I'll catch you if you fall," I said and put the gun to my head. Smiling then with aquamarine lips spread wide showing cut ruby teeth sharp & biting ready to "Pull Pull Pull" But I threw the gun in the Hawthorn tree and watched Bowyn fly, instead. "Don't be afraid." I swallowed back the next hope bird and licked the blood off my rrrrrruby teeth. "I'll catch you if you fall." (Here ends the first flying lesson) |
your pal
jewelz