The Ground is Made of Burning Feathers

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Reach
Gasp
Splitter
Curse
Help me I am falling
Darling, please take my hand
I can’t make it alone
Crash
Crumble
Soft
Breathe
Thank the sky above me
That wasn't hard at all
The ground is made of feathers
Bounce
Scratch
Hiss
Burn
What is that awful smell
I think the feathers are burning
Darling, I can't get up
Flood
Fire
Rush
Sob
Can’t you smell the smoke
There’s no way out of here
Can’t anybody hear me
Clench
Blood
Pain
Warmth
My voice is just a whisper
I’m falling apart with the embers
Someone put out the fire





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GangstaEyes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 3, 2010 at 8:39 pm
I love this. You used a lot of onomatopoeias and imagery, and it flowed really well. It reminds me of my poem Burning Bridges, if you wanna check it out. Great job, keep writing!!
 
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