Thirteen
they tell me to go where the wind goes
and i tried (oh how i tried) to relax;
knees bent, head back, arms out--
waiting to fly.
and fly i did
and exhilarating it was (oh so exhilarating!)
but the wind is unrelenting; ruthless.
and i was stretched this way and that
until the stitches that ran down my spine split
and out i fell while the wind carried away my skin.
i grew a new skin, a shiny coat to mask my shame
and i never did fly again
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