Did I show you how my femur broke?
And the hairline fractures spider web clamoring for space on my rib cage?
I should have known better than to fly so high,
So close
With those feathered moment wings.
That star,
it burned me.
See these smooth, shiny scars?
All your promises wax melting under that white heat.
I could have used better navigation
That map you gave me?
It had no latitude and longitude.
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