There's a moment where she thinks she can fly,
feet cooled by the currents of air
that make the slender chains tremble
a breath
facing down into icy clouds
touching skin
barely
a frozen kiss
toes curled
She's hanging from the walls
that block her sky
light rising
thin wooden seat only a mirage
Will it fade into smoke?
Will she join
the cold tumbles of white air
thin
and translucent as glass?
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