[PHOSPHENE]

A STORY
SPOKEN IN WAVES,
THROUGH THE EARS OF WHOEVER LISTENS

OF A GIRL WHO HATCHED,
WHO CRASHED,
DIRECTLY FROM THE SKY

WHOSE WINGS BURNED UP
FROM THE DESCENT
AND POPPED RIGHT OFF,

WHO HOLDS A VOID
IN HER CHEST
THAT NOTHING HAS FILLED,

NOT COIN,
NOT SILK,
NOT FRIEND,
NOT FOE.

BUT SHE SEARCHES
SHE TAKES
SHE CREATES
SHE -----