Her wings
hung
like a deep breath
suspended in the belly
ready to fly.
Her wings
flapped
like a linen sheet
whipped by the breeze
ready to lift.
Her wings
stretched
like a diaphragm
hungry for oxygen
ready to exhale
and leave the low fog still moist
on her eyelashes.
Her head
hung
like a child in prayer
lowered to her chest
ready to cry.
Her head
whispered
like words in the wind
wrapped in courage
ready to answer "why?"
but it was her heart
that asked
and they don't speak.
Her heart
answered
like invisible ink
tattooed onto skin
ready to reply.
