Pinioned
Brandi S. Henderson
There is a sky,
black and cold.
I am pinioned in the fixed stars;
tied to it, the bindings making
me bleed.
A tear falls and burns the ground.
A fire explodes and I drown
in flames.
My scream reaches the outermost
sky invisible, no echo
through the dense lucid air.
There's no promise of peace
at the end alone,
only replete emptiness;
hexed by the knowledge no escape exists.
I cannot feel, anymore,
the pain that surrounds me.
Please let me go...
