Decayed WingsA Poem by Askew
He asked me if it hurt when I fell from heaven
And it wasn't a charming question My wings were set ablaze As I crashed through the Earth's atmosphere Each feather plucked with painstaking vulgarity I grasped at moons and galaxies In a desperate attempt To slow my blazing descent And the burns still smoke My scarred back still smoldering There went my ignorant purity As a gritty harsh reality was thrust upon me "You should know. You pushed me."
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