Flitter
by [REDACTED]
Into the dark, flying
The black, like VantaBlack is thick
And unyielding
A tiny echo, a ricochet
Off of one thing, and then another
Replying
He stumbles in the night
Left alone, the light receded into ember
A fire gone out.
The faint thrum of wings
He is not alone here, there are others
Surrounding
He stumbles in the black
Eyes cannot see the Other, the foreigner
Now encroaching.
The slap and crash
One sound falls into another
A thousand voices speaking.
He stumbles in the dark
And wings he didn't know he had
Hold him up, keep him aloft,
Flying.
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