Aislinn Wilson

Favored child, run from here.

Her writhing twitches towards your reach.

The sun is soon descending, Her waters ache for a taste. 

Favored child don't turn back

as wax crusts around your shoulders,

You'll find you're inescapably free. 

  • Author: Aislinn Wilson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 11th, 2019 13:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Written in the psyche ward.
  • Category: Fable
  • Views: 26
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  • Netashi

    Interestingly written and formatted. But a fine write none the less. There is no such thing as flying too close to the sun for if we don't make it we still will live among the stars.

    • Aislinn Wilson

      Interesting thought. I guess that itself is an inescapable freedom. Thanks for your thoughts.

    • Neville

      the last two lines are to die for.. and of course, he did

      • Aislinn Wilson

        Well said. That means a lot.

        • Neville

          my pleasure..

        • Goldfinch60

          Freedom can be found in so many ways.

          • Aislinn Wilson

            Both fortunately and unfortunately

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