You pulled out my wings
one feather at a time.
I shrieked in pain. I screamed. I wailed,
but in a voice so demonic
you whispered and said,
“ Hush little girl, they will grow back again”.
You pulled out my wings
one feather at a time.
I shrieked in pain. I screamed. I wailed,
but in a voice so demonic
you whispered and said,
“ Hush little girl, they will grow back again”.