By Elena Botts

One day,

his features will shatter

but the pieces

won’t fall to earth

they’ll float up.

Somewhere in the distant reaches

of the sky,

the fragments will turn

into white-winged birds

and fly, fly



Though maybe,

they’ve already flown

and he’s just an echo,

a whisper of the world

standing here.




I grew up in Maryland, and currently live in Northern Virginia. I am still attending school. I like to run. And write.

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