Stacked up, layer upon layer, reaching, stretching, clawing at the blackened dome of the sky.
Windows stare blankly, glowing, empty eyes.
An animal, I stare in, a perpetual outsider.
Balconies, like diving boards above the narrow ribbon-streets.
I ask: How can you resist?
How can you stop yourself from learning to fly?
Written for this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge, and it’s a community-judged challenge!
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