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Wingtips

October 25, 2014
By contrera SILVER, Burlington, Vermont
contrera SILVER, Burlington, Vermont
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Make friends, not horcruxes


The sun was rising

against the bloodstained sky.

A boy sat on the roof of his

little home.

His silhouette was framed by trees waving

curling around the lightening sky.

His head was bent

and his eyes paved the pebbles

as if he didn't deserve to see the

beautiful sunrise that he

went up to see.

Two birds flew across

wingtips touching.

A couple houses down a girl was sitting at the

edge of her roof.

Teasing fate carefully.

Staring up as the sun rose.

She only looked at the boy once.

"You don't have to lie,

I know it was you."

Were the last words she had said to

the boy with the bent head.

Before he started watching the sunrise

alone.

He didn't have to lie,

he knew it was him

who had broken the pebble heart,

and let go of her hand,

so he could fly and then

he could fall

and land

sitting at the edge of the roof

framed against the morning.


The author's comments:

I wrote about a boy and a girls relationship, but made them watching a sunrise.


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