It has risen
before my eyes
risen high
above the sky,
it whispers
it moans
undoubted
uncontrolled
it has risen.
I touch it
I want it
I feed from it,
taking
wanting
feeling
drowning.
It has risen
it takes control,
I blend
I sing
I rise
it dies.
#28daysofwriting
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