Throw your body against the floor of the sky

You will run the world, uncaged and unfettered but still feel as trapped, so long as your heart is still an angry , hungry, young thing.

I would know.

My temples have gone shock-white  from fighting my own child-self, with her broad, stubborn shoulders and skinned knees.

We have sat in the ruins of temples and on mounds of ancient bones, but felt as trapped as canaries in the mouths of temple cats.

 

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