She's doing it again,
that thing you hate.
Shunned and scolded
in an attempt to abate
all the trappings of
that thing that matters.
She's crushing you
with all her clatter.
You pushed her down
left for dead.
Her and her thing,
for you, they bled.
She's flying up
from the dark hole
bringing that thing
thought dead in a soul.
You fight with her
with all your will
and that thing that
makes your skin chill.
She's doing it again
that pesky little thing.
Her and her
god damned wings.
© Evelyn Elizabeth 2015
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