Never celestial only
blood and bone but I still had wings, once, stitched from
kind traditions and
stories that sparkled with magic and
rounds sung on bad days. I fell
out of the sky and they
shredded on the outstretched
fingers, the
sharp spikes of a world gone grey and cold but now
I'm rebuilding them, bit by bit
stitch by bloody stitch, song and story by
song and story even when it
leaves me raw. Maybe especially then. #GriefQuill #SparklesAndPurrs @SparklesAndPurrs @griefquill