I don't know how I survived the
red lights..
Or, the overflowing lustre from
the twinkling canopy, above.
Scorched, burnt and left alone.
Dark , but safe.
Did you not hear me, burning
down my own will?
Did you not hear me, screeching
alongside the rough winds?
Masked allegations were never in
the light.
And yet, the dandelions here, sit
pretty against the sky.
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