There is a rise in me
Lethal and ancestral,
Rhetorically speechless,
And sinking beneath the shadow
Airborne and fetched in a height
Inconceivable.
Revealing
A damsel in a damn cell and
A struggling sun set
Through the violate veil,
Lies the last wink,
Drips of drying flow
Glittering.
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