Sunday, May 17, 2015

Wings

Through the broken fragments
Of a tortured reality
She clawed at the flesh
Binding her

Jagged nails tore shreds of skin
And the metallic scent of blood
Urged her on,
Gauging deeper…

Her fingers slid through
The hot, flowing blood
As her body contorted,
Digging deeper…

A guttural moan escaped
Her lips, as she gripped the bone,
And with a wicked wrench
She tore her wings free

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