Flight

Today, I realized how magical it is, that period before a plane takes off, when there is silence, stillness, and the expectation of flight. For a moment, nothing happens. I should be unhappier since my life has had no successes.

I am your phantom Helen
Eyelashes of morning dew 

I ripped the roots from their homes
to see how they grew

I am malevolent

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