Blood and Feathers

she gasps
falling to her knees
gasps in pain
gasps in pleasure
she groans
and moans
and screams

the blood trickles down her back
her shoulder blades crack

rip
tear

her body twists
contorts
she smiles
laughs in agony

black feathers
writing, climbing out
her wounds peel open

black and red pools
swirl and form around her legs

with one last
breath
she falls to the sky
newly birthed wings
keep her grounded
within the clouds
as she wakes
blood and feathers
sticking to her bones
no wounds
no wings
only blood
only feathers

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I love trippy surreal stuff and I love black angel wings. Pretty much sums up how much I absolutely love this poem of mine (and I rarely love my poems that much).