Wingless Woe
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A poem about a broken angel who lost her wings, on prompt: nothing. Hope you enjoy. :)

Wingless Woe

Do you see my wings?

Do you see my wings? Look, they lay on the floor,

Do you see my wings? Look, they lay on the floor, Majestic magnificence,

Do you see my wings? Look, they lay on the floor, Majestic magnificence, Melted away into mire.

Do you see my wings? Look, they lay on the floor, Majestic magnificence, Melted away into mire. Watch, there's a flutter,

Do you see my wings? Look, they lay on the floor, Majestic magnificence, Melted away into mire. Watch, there's a flutter, As they yearn to fasten themselves,

Do you see my wings? Look, they lay on the floor, Majestic magnificence, Melted away into mire. Watch, there's a flutter, As they yearn to fasten themselves, Fixate upon my shattered self.

Do you wonder who took them?

Do you wonder who took them? And do you feel the ridges?

Do you wonder who took them? And do you feel the ridges? Touch them, you'll find,

Do you wonder who took them? And do you feel the ridges? Touch them, you'll find, Ragged edges,

Do you wonder who took them? And do you feel the ridges? Touch them, you'll find, Ragged edges, Where they were ruthlessly torn.

Do you wonder who took them? And do you feel the ridges? Touch them, you'll find, Ragged edges, Where they were ruthlessly torn. Enmeshed no more.

Trace the shorelines of my backbones,

Trace the shorelines of my backbones, Dappled in the moonlight.

Trace the shorelines of my backbones, Dappled in the moonlight. Do you feel the massacre,

Trace the shorelines of my backbones, Dappled in the moonlight. Do you feel the massacre, That is my defeat?

Trace the shorelines of my backbones, Dappled in the moonlight. Do you feel the massacre, That is my defeat? For now I fly no more,

Trace the shorelines of my backbones, Dappled in the moonlight. Do you feel the massacre, That is my defeat? For now I fly no more, As my lily white wings,

Trace the shorelines of my backbones, Dappled in the moonlight. Do you feel the massacre, That is my defeat? For now I fly no more, As my lily white wings, Rot, ebony as a corrupted soul.

Trace the shorelines of my backbones, Dappled in the moonlight. Do you feel the massacre, That is my defeat? For now I fly no more, As my lily white wings, Rot, ebony as a corrupted soul. Now please

Trace the shorelines of my backbones, Dappled in the moonlight. Do you feel the massacre, That is my defeat? For now I fly no more, As my lily white wings, Rot, ebony as a corrupted soul. Now please h o l d m y s c i s s o r s.

... Some late night musings... Some people are too broken. Thanks for reading.

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