Fledglings

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Fledglings

~Deana J. Tavares

When pastel breezes

Were blown

Upon the windows ledge

They morphed

Into a grenade of words

That could not

Be

Unsaid

 

Tepid rays

Sliced

Through

The morning mist

Illuminating widening eyes within

Mincing lingering dreamy thoughts

The torment would begin


Swift gulps of glacial

Stale night air

Rushed

Straight to their heads

 

Blocking blood vessels

Twinging nerves

Left motionless

In their beds

©️2018

 

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