MY POISONED WINGS

e pain. You shall hunger for food, thirst for water, search for love, and not find it. You shall be heartbroken and lonely. Only when you discover th

yself being dragged by a strong current of control

rtation and pain. "I didn't do it, Lord. I am being framed; I promise. I don't want

wakening my sense of fear and consciousness of the tragic and

ese accusations. Help me, somebody, anybody," desperate for

arshly on the concrete floor

tching as the beautiful place of color, filled with happin

ent kind of music from the one I knew of. Sounds new to my ears echoed from every angle arou

und, but no one cared, looked at me, smiled at me, or attempt

ntion, or so I thought; trying to figure out if I was still in spirit or now in flesh, I sla

e middle of n

I felt hollow inside, gripping my abdomen in unbearable

and gasping for breath, trying to stumble o

, my abdomen and esophagus hurts so bad, I thought maybe you have an idea

your help," I yelled out in expectation, jumping right in front of the unknown woman, but got the same response,

come to terms with my terrible situation,

now nothing about and you still won't let people help me, could you kindly e

ike a disappointed child, while I was in heaven, I never thoug

me, I felt disowned by G

esophagus were still there, griping me hard lik

he color was changing and every

d, taking a step at a time without a proper

feet, looking down, I saw red substances flowing down,

standing across the street and then back to myself

I screamed out

shy about being naked, "It's part of the p

with my injured feet, ravenous feeling, and tight esophagus, thankful that I couldn't be seen by humans, "so thi

building, it lo

building, a sudden sense

I whispered to my

of blood wasn't close to how my blo

y feet forward tracin

. Getting to the entrance to a room, I froze in my spot, the

ood, someone else