Not Here

Poem By Joyelle Osburn

I am not here.
my eyes reflect the sky
and bleed tears of constellations
as I sweep through this planet
with a grin of uncertainty
that these wings may
only last one more day.
as restraint cracks the surface
of the core,
lava melts my
translucent mind.

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