Woods by Lizzie Kearney

The wind kissed

my skin

with the coals

from a flickering flame.

 

Your eyes

almond orbs

daring me to ignite

the air.

 

I wondered

if freedom

tasted as bitter

as the smoke

taunting me to speak.

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