The taste of iron on the top of her tongue felt like blood was rushing through her veins. All she wanted was a little love in this cruel world; here she found none; she died little by little.
One day she’ll wake up thinking what has become of her. What did she do wrong? I believe that she forgot to think through her plans before action was taken. Now she can’t help but remember all the things she’s missed out on; all the fun and love.
I wish she could be happy again, but she can’t cause her flightless wings won’t take her there.
She’s drifting to no where but up. Up through the clouds, passed the moon, and near the stars. Where she’ll float aimlessly forever.
And that’s why her wings are flightless.
2010 (c) Jennifer Gioia