13: Aug 2016 #08 - Free
Authored 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.