Soft Box

I had forgotten
that for you
capturing my wings
is but a moment's work

I am thoughtlessly
chased, stilled and grounded
all with one breath
from your cold lips

With a swift wave
from your clawed hands
you close the door
on this soft box of life

Now my iridescence
is long gone; it has
left me to my dark
where I beat my fists in vain

~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~

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