The ashen dragon drifts above the golden city and I follow with my composite wings of steel and brass, built without gloves—unoffered— to shield my wrists from the blood my mechanisms conjured in bites and rips. This blood I now refuse to quell rains upon the regime that withheld resources, hypnotized the masses to accept…
Dispersing in leylines to fly free, she spins in tendrils truly at one with Gaia, finally away from Guy who ripped out her veins to float as veil, an obscuring halo: a sacrifice she never proposed. Silver winner of this contest: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2830726-National-Poetry-Month-April-3rd-noguestFollow the link for the original picture prompt. I dare not post it here…
Ivy vines climb up my willow legs, wrapping, creeping, crawling, inching closer. I feel the twisting green leafy flesh embrace me as you, here at my feet. My branches bow to the sight of you. I surrender to the pleasure tickling my thighs as you grow to the sun mirrored on my face, brushing across…
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