Jesica One S Missing Poem by Onyi Ogwumike

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Many a good piece of literature start with the alphabet.
The fundamental cornerstones of self expression through inky blue etchings themselves,
Kings among men,
Seem to arrange themselves.
One S missing,
The one with the sharp tongue
That steals glances
Running through the night
Secret paths cutting through a green with a knife of silver spun like golden string, warm like wool.
Rumpelstiltskin’s bony knuckles rapping on a plank of wood that lays
In a world where the sun’s rays are captured in the star’s warm centers.
Where on the wings of an airplane sits the dreams and hopes whispered from hushed voices through earnest lips to the black velvet night above.
On bent knees hoping that airplane will dropp it off at its destined swirl of light in the sky.
When it veers off track then instead of steering it back, wilt that great winged beast create a still as perfect route for it to follow.