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the bird flew so high
oh so high she flew until
the gun shot her down
About the Creator
Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
This was kind of sad, but very real life, love the unexpected twist.
Well that was heartbreaking.... I was expecting a different kind of high from you! 😅
Ah! What a great metaphor you have created. A perfect haiku.
No! Such a metaphor as well as a literal tragedy.
a modern Icarus. great entry.