Her wings ache,
The wings no longer there.
They're gone, lost,
Like dust in a storm,
She lost them the day she lost
Her heart.
So long ago it was,
So many days ago,
So many years ago.
What was it like to have one?
She doesn't know.
She had given it away,
So careless,
Gave it to a boy who didn't even know.
The pain wasn't there at first,
But then he died,
She went away,
And now her heart wanders the depths
Of the Underworld.
Her body remembers the skies,
The winds, the cold.
Her eyes remember the ground,
Small and far away.
Her shoulders remember the wings,
Fragile as glass, stronger than dragon scales,
Feathered as they were
With reds and golds and dark greens.
She hurts,
Needing to fly again,
Be above it all,
Her body remembers,
Her eyes remember,
Her shoulders remember,
She remembers
All the memories of the skies.
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