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the bird flew so high
oh so high she flew until
the gun shot her down
About the Creator
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
This was kind of sad, but very real life, love the unexpected twist.
Well that was heartbreaking.... I was expecting a different kind of high from you! 😅
Ah! What a great metaphor you have created. A perfect haiku.
No! Such a metaphor as well as a literal tragedy.
a modern Icarus. great entry.