Transmorphing by Özge Lena
TransmorphingÖzge LenaThis Poem was commended for Winged Muse Poetry Competition of Winged Moon Literary MagazineAfter Harpy by Valerie HammondIn seven nights she will burstinto nothing. Now all alone in a creamcoloured void, a woundlike creature, a word hunger like no other.Soon you will meet herin the neon gloaming, after the ruby acheof not writing for a long winter,frost flowers in your heart. Her low wingswill be closed, sharp clawspointing down and down, some frozensadness on her pale face.Sunset’s vermilion beams will bleedinto your lungs as you holdher by hair, unfurl the ribbon to…
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