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Is this the first one I posted on here? I think so.
Content warning for swearing in case that bothers people.
Wings fade in and out.
Fluttering.
Shivering.
A knife could be pulled across the length
but they are made of no skin and bone.
They do not bleed.
Resilience has kept them intact.
Maybe they are missing half
but they always remain attached.
To It, in It's delusion, they remained whole.
Until they completely broke.
It's eyes snapped open
How did It miss the signs?
Even when a breeze went through the missing chunks
or It's chest ached with every twitch of It's wings,
It could've sworn they had always been whole.
So now It searches.
It just wants It's wings.
But fuck angelic beings
Your wings aren't coming back
All that's left are remnants of stone deep in the ground, and high in the sky.
You may feel phantom wings like they never cracked
But It has no choice now but to see empty space
where fondness once was
whenever It looks behind It's back.
And what's so wrong with that?
Wings may not grow back
but what about the grass?
So fuck angelic beings.
Earth will be your fallen home.