As everything on Earth
contains its opposite —
so do we, within, hold
a negation of ourselves,
a laden image, both false
& painfully true;
a stub of a human
we might have become,
now wrathful and bloody,
in its stuntedness,
crying out, helpless,
larva-like, yet magical,
wishing for its
promised wings
to finally grow.
© Milana Vujkov, Fairylands, 2026

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