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Flightless
only her flames
soaring
her legs
stagger
beneath the burden
of her fire
her body twists
through the agonies
of birth and rebirth
in an eternal
cycle
sharp-edged
and endlessly
victorious
two halves
meshed together
to make the woman
who is
not-quite-woman
something more
purified and fueled
with every breath
shaking off the ashes
of all of her
pasts ~ Caroline A. Slee