Flight

undressing
never felt so good
peeling off diaphanous garments
-of imposed ideas
-of attributed traits
the scrap lying at her feet
shards of broken mirrors
that reflects a stranger
not her face.

floating
above the ground
She feels the lightness
-of authenticity
-of a free mind
unhinged from the gravity of expectations
She flaps her wings
aligns herself with the sky
takes off with the wind


W3 Prompt #206

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