Ascendant

I lose my name

sometimes I don’t 

recognize my reflection

beneath flickering lights

tell the tale of 

an angel trapped 

wings crushed 

by the weight of 

the world is cruel

sometimes I punch

a hole in the mirror

becomes two four six holes

for me to breathe

I pick up the shards

drop tears when I

jam them together

they form scabrous wings

are wings all the same. 

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