Christine Austin Cole - Winged

It’s time.

There’s no turning back once
you’ve looked yourself in the eye.
Unspoken bravery, counts.

A regurgitated universe
is still a universe, after all –
and the kitchen sink it fell in,
that assembly hall for lost souls,
becomes the reason why.

Bite the damn sky.
It ain’t gonna bite back.

Trust me.

Butterflies are only wicked
if you look at them
the wrong way.

Christine Austin Cole

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