the boy whose hiding place was more exposed than he realised
he crawled beneath the leaves
the top layer soft and orange
the next crunchy and browning
the last a filthy mulch
he crawled beneath the filthy leaves
he tore apart the ground
easing a crumbling crack open
ripping into the fissure
a muddy cast on his bleeding fingertips
he tore apart the muddy ground
he curled into a ball
trying to telescope so tiny
anatomical origami
folding limbs in tight creases
he curled into a tight ball
he covered up his face
buried in his clenched arms
shielded underneath his hair
and tearful, bloody mask of filth
he covered up his tearful face
he couldn't hide his wings
the tighter he curled the more they spread upward
retreating back through his escape route
glistening through the leafy blanket
he couldn't hide his glistening wings
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