beholden to ghosts of tradition
shadowed pediment gripped like tangled roots
answers lingered on the other side of reflection.
the air moaned and weeping stain the floor like ink
Once…
The intensity of solitude awoke a disobedient spirit
Unfastened the filaments of wing
To flee the common and the smell of dark
Shedding the dust and scales of masquerade and
Finally rejecting what was
once…
written by malai carrara
photo by nausher banaji
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