Everyone has wings all different shades of white and brown all beautiful but her wings are not like the others, her wings were a beautiful midnight black that faded into a crimson red they were uniquely beautiful, the people treated her differently because of her wings, she was called freak, monster and even demon because of the color of them. She was use to it, the looks the names people turning away from her she was use to all of it. When they seen that what they said did nothing to her they did something much worse, they held her down and snapped burned and plucked her wings she screamed and cried begging them to stop, the torture seem to go on for hours when they were finally done they left her there curled up in pain, she laid there silently crying ever move she made hurt, she bite her lip in pain as she forced herself to sit up she slowly put a hand on her back to feel her broken wings, she cries more when she felt her destroyed feathers the one thing she had pride in and love the most was gone, she pulled her knees to her chest laying her head on them crying even more, she couldn't believe that they would do something like this, they broke the only thing she held close to her heart meaning they finally broke her. Did they really do this all because she was different? Was being different really that bad? How could they do this? How could they leave her there with nothing more then broken wings?
A/N it's sad that some people will try and destroy someone or something just because it is different, but for some different is bad and needs to be destroyed. You also have people who will destroy another person to make themselves better and that's even worse in my opinion.
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Dark Poetry
Poetryjust some poems I wrote when I'm feeling low or in a dark place, my poems help me cope with my depression and other mental problems it also helps me from going all the way down in my dark times. these poems are dark, depressing and some have suici...
