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Dust Beneath Her WingsShe stretches her pale wingsspread out across your back to rest between your shoulders in her cold, bleached suit, she radiates a liver speckled aura Ghost like, she appears. An echo. A smeared reflection Fused between your shoulders she boasts her ghostly wings Idle she lay. Vacant and stubborn Ephemeral, so quickly washed away. Structure of day, reduced to dust beneath her wings Like the anemic foundation on which you stand Impure, sunk with your own weight The dream of a shadow I have measured your length and you saw my emergence Full bloom before your eyes At the mercy of worms, ingested by the earth Another day, house reduced to dust beneath her wings |