I am a dying sister #27

I am looking at my palm

It is holding the black ash

The wind is trying to rob what belongs to her

She is trying to ease her rage, in you

For all the world, from you

I am clenching my feast, stronger this time

Never letting go, never crying

Who says there is no phoenix

Coming back to where he belongs, like you?

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