there was a girl.
she spent her life in a cage,
a box,
small and worn and bent out of shape
in every possible way.

And one day
the girl had an itch,
an itch she couldn't resist
and she scratched it hard till it
singed her skin

And the scratch turned 
to a thin gash
down her back
And she tore
off her shirt
and found she had something
the others did not:

A pair of wings,
big and strong and fit for the wind 
in every possible way.


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