When he bit her,
his throat was clogged
by feathers that
dampened from
his saliva until
he couldn't breathe.
His jaw released,
and she flew away
with only the rough
edges of scars
for a memory.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
