Crimson feathers
Your feathers fall soundlessly across the floor as crimson blood trickles slowly from your creasing smile; I catch your fall as gently as I could manage but my legs give, shaking as I see your amber skin turn ever so pale; I can’t help but mourn how graceful your wings were, how torn they are now; Death was a peace you never deserved, a hollow I could never let you endure; I don’t hear the screams, the sirens, the police, the priest… all I can hear is your empty breath, a lasting torment in my ears, all I can feel is your loose grasp of my shoulder, a cruel reminder of how I’ll never feel it again, all I can think is how you never believed in priests anyway, how you’d want to be remembered… How you don’t want to be remembered. @inanotherdirection collab
