The guest vanishes.

The guest vanishes.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the wake of your eye
he dived into your colours
only to come out the other side -
another world, wounded.
He bled on your wings of prey
as you looked -
flying away.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 1, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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