The Girl on the Silk

Red silk drapes around her,
It supports while she contorts.
Together they are one,
Separate they heed no magic.
The air is tense while she flies through it,
She makes no noise yet we scream inside:
"Will she live? Will she survive?"
She accepts the fear,
Aware but distant,
Within herself and without.
She lives only for it,
She lives because of it,
It lives because of her.
They carry her away,
But is she ever gone?
Now, two empty drapes flutter,
In the singing wind.
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