If I am the feather

If I am the feather you are the wings

If I am the kite you are the wind

If I am the smile you are the lips

If I am the words you are the voice

 

But I am a person

And you are a disease

We share the same stage

But inherently contradict

As you grow I shrink

As I grow you rage

 

We are both constantly fighting

Interlocked in a cycle of destruction

Intent on the death of the other

The only difference is:

I am the body and you the disease.

You need me

I don’t need you.

 

[Kirsty Campbell]

Image courtesy of Barbora Krušpánová

 

The rest of the stories in qmunicreate #12 can be found here.

 

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