abyss above

April 21, 2008 at 11:03 pm (original poetry/prose, the Muse sings)

She wanders out of the thump and growl of the club, out into the thick night painted with gleaming crimson lines.  She looks up… up… into the great black vastness above, at the dim twinkle of tiny jewels piercing the sordid haze.

The feathers rustle like little twists of wind as her wings unfold.  She leaps–

— or was she pushed?

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