a blind ghost locked in a cage.
it's as if the mirage that glimmers right beyond her glimpse
mocks her, teases her, hinting her to shout
so she prepares, she straps back her gloves
she hooks a strand of hazelnut hair behind her ear
and looking up at the sky, she almost kisses the air
her hands shooting like firecrackers by her side, and she's ready
"i'm ready," she yells, she whispers, she calls to whatever deaf one that hears.
she closes her eyes and within one second of prosperity.
within that one second where the gravitational pull swoops her back down
she parts her lips, swallows and uses her voices
until she realizes, she's mute. i'm the only one that listens.
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