13: Aug 2016 #08 - Free

Authored by Stephanie Falkowski


by Stephanie Falkowski

The heart weight on your winged lungs
The tiny hairs turnt upward on all your limbs
The skin flushed with frosty warmth 
As if basking in the prism rays of the sun
With snowflakes on your toes
Cheeks slate clean and full of promise
Eyelids closed soft as daisy petals
And opened with tears 
Palms lifted with feet rooted through 
The mouth, corners crinkled upward 
And a piercing cry
-This. Is what it feels like to be held up by nothing.
To be free of everything. 
This is where I'll be.