You have plucked
The feathers
From these wings
And your hands
Are red with
Blood.
Are you happy
That I can
No longer fly?
YOU ARE READING
Pushin' Up Daisies
PoetryA collection of pêle-mêle poetry that have been compiled from various emotional states and thoughts. It may be depressing, odd, horrifying, whimsical or joyful but it is all up to the reader to determine whether it is worth reading. Unlike it's cou...
