Needless Things: Deathly Flight

Wings slice / silence / open veins of air, a scream that isn’t sound, but something there, not heard, not spared, it coils, it tears, and rhyme itself forgets its prayer.

A black horizon bends, then snaps , the sky exhales in broken gasps. Flames without fire, ash without ground, echoes unchained, they double back round.

Bone sings stone , stone gnaws sky , the pattern falters, refuses to die. A heartbeat stutters, then falls out of time, syllables fracture, half-rhyme, no rhyme.

The flight is a spiral, a riddle, a snare, not future, not past, not here, not where. It breaks the script, it severs the rite, and drags the world through deathly flight. NNN