My wings decayed.
I clutched the stars to slow me down
and yet the burns stilled sizzle,
faint shadows of melted feathers
seared into bleeding skin.
Is this
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
?
I want to stop-
My wings decayed.
I clutched the stars to slow me down
and yet the burns stilled sizzle,
faint shadows of melted feathers
seared into bleeding skin.
Is this
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
?
I want to stop-