Feather-Dragon

I am a sensory champagne glass Filled to the brink of liquid bliss. Blood pools in my ashen cheeks, And I ripen. Ethylene twirls in the folds of my skirt, Filling the air like flower petals. The wind's lonely dancer I run To the cliff face and leap. The ecstasy keeps me aloft. Anaestheticized. My nerves ignore the pull of gravity, And I feel the sky come ever So close. Come and indulge in me. Fragile, My skin shows stress fractures, Ornate carvings Tracing the folds in my flesh. I crave the break Grab me tighter, swing me higher Cloud nine whisk me to the promised land! I want to know what it means to feel again. Trapped in the lo