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Afloat aflight

On wings of men’s screams

Filled with burden but light, spines crawling out her back

Insect dartwings curl round pale blue skin

Curve in back sinfully singing

She curses those on the out 

Razor claws playfully slip into chest, take pieces of flesh

Sweets for the sweet and snikt snikt onto death

Blood of the heart, lamb or lion

Does not matter

Nor  whether

Nor wither

Heartfelt pleas 

Begging symphonies 

All aflutter under winged  ladies