I Write Poetry

[b]Never to Return
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Everyone has their own set of wings
She whispered
Once in a lifetime
A golden ticket
The pair of wings embellished
Wth the most precious crystal feathers
But mine, oh mine..
They took it from me!
They tugged and pulled for hours and hours.
You should have seen it really..
The way it was ripped away from me
How the silver splattered everywhere

After that, it was everything
Sunken eyes and hollow heart
The golden nectar seeped out from my skin
Ashen gray, just like Death himself
Frail and weak with an unstoppable
Incurable wound on my back
Eternal Lacerations
Tearing up and dripping down
Slipping into
Nothing