Uncategorized November 2, 2022

silver wings

kneeling by the bedside
darkened hardwood pain
hands clasped not for mercy
but from violence to refrain
inner demons stabbing
pitchforks sharp and hot
eyes of flame and charcoal
making sense of what is not
i once believed in angels
i once felt the divine
but my silver wings were paper
just a forgery sublime

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