Onism

Onism

She left her chair

Sprouted wings

Flew out to the branch.

She has the power to dream

Across oceans;

Spill down with every shooting star.

She entertained herself for awhile

Till onism seeped in.

Till her wings dipped once again.

It burst into a shower of flames.

She blinked in fright

Just then, a beak popped out.

She smiled as the wings

Sprout up again.

Out on the branch.

She’s back in the chair.

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