The angel sits with a broken wing.
She sits in the shadows.
Waiting.
For the right moment.
She hears them laughing,
gossiping about her.
She picks herself up,
takes a deep breath and counts to ten.
Then strikes them with all her
power and might.
The fall to the ground drowning
in their blood.
As she watches them she licks
the blood off her knife.
She tapes her wing back together
and leaves them to die.
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Dangerous Thoughts During Junior Year.
PuisiThese are just some poems or thoughts that I had during my junior year. Maybe some of you can relate. If not I hope you think my style is good.
