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September 7, 2022


Sarinitty Woodruff

My lungs were tucked into a box

Wrapped in a pink bow

Thrown up into the blue

I would’ve stood grand

below it all to catch them

If only you hadn’t been

so close to me

My feet left the broken concrete

So my back sprouted wings

When I finally caught my breath in my hands

You were still there smiling

All the while holding onto the chain

around my ankle

Sarinitty Woodruff is an Indy poet, playwright, and creative. She spends her time circling thousands of ridiculous ideas to try, while neglecting to do things that are actually productive. She may or may not be in love with French pastries and love songs. Website:

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