The Shade of night slowly creeps down the pane of dusk’s horizon.
It’s pink membrane permeated by black ink.

The air tumbles over the sill,
onto the floor, starry and warm,
providing lift.

Spiraling. Floating.
Up on the currents.
Moving further out.

I’m free!
I’m free.
I’m…
free…

by malakhai jones

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