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September 7, 2022
Dystopia
Sarinitty Woodruff
My lungs were tucked into a box
Wrapped in a pink bow
Thrown up into the blue
I would’ve stood grand
below it all to catch them
If only you hadn’t been
so close to me
My feet left the broken concrete
So my back sprouted wings
When I finally caught my breath in my hands
You were still there smiling
All the while holding onto the chain
around my ankle
Sarinitty Woodruff is an Indy poet, playwright, and creative. She spends her time circling thousands of ridiculous ideas to try, while neglecting to do things that are actually productive. She may or may not be in love with French pastries and love songs. Website: sarinittymw.com
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