Poem: Purgatory

Credit: ex & dreams by Ivan Tao
Now I understand why. Someone turns loose the winds on me
and I'm a fountain of fire, someone tosses me into the sea

and I float in a boat of flames, someone pushes me under
and my lungs implode like hydrogen blimps. Every bronchiole burns

as I fall to the sea floor. Then I notice, rising above the waves,
a confluence of birds finding formation, v-shaped as they ascend

at the same speed I sink. The air is their aviary, and at some point,
they'll shift southward as if they are coming to save me,

as if the act of being saved is worth more than the hope of it.

~ Elizabeth Onusko

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