Wings 

They said that wings were all she needed 
A nest of feathers to beat the air 

And soar like merry kites

Tethered on fragile strings 

But they forget that

She needed a pouch of spirit, flesh and soul

Called a heart 

To keep her salts and sugar 

As she journeyed through 

The uncertainty of the vast sky 

Now she’s over the clouds 

Wondering where all the spice of life went 

It is cold and dry 

Like the hole in her chest 

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