Ripping wings off dragonflies
is a guilty pastime of mine
An irredeemable effort to retain some
semblance of control over my life
If one wing is severed, three flutter frantically
to keep the feeble worm aloft
If two are lost, there is nothing left to do but fall
And falling is the best part
Sometimes you need to ground yourself
to gain a new perspective.
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A Meaningless Collection
PoesiaA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
