From The Ashes Rose A Phoenix
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I was burnt, left in the ashes of your love, toxic waste sticking to my lungs. (Inspired by today's prompt: rebirth and phoenixes.)

From The Ashes Rose A Phoenix

I was burnt, left in the ashes of your love, toxic waste sticking to my lungs.

I was burnt, left in the ashes of your love, toxic waste sticking to my lungs. Smothering, suffocating strangulation, my flaming plumage plucked and dampened.

Then, from the ashes rose a phoenix, heavenly embers, it broke through.

Then, from the ashes rose a phoenix, heavenly embers, it broke through. Feathers more red than the blood within, song lodged in its throat, a coarse morsel.

I rose in glory, a phoenix reborn, taking flight through the moonlight.

I rose in glory, a phoenix reborn, taking flight through the moonlight. Full of life and spirit with a hardened skin, fiery and mythical with a chance of rebirth.

... Thanks for reading. That's Iqra... OUT.

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