what kind of wings would you have? oh to be gossamer light and to leave this place behind, to be wrapped in downy feathers strong and protecting, to blend into the night on leathery wings and fly with the bats, to shimmer and skim like the dragonflies.

i'd have feathered wings. they'd be black and purple, like a raven. strong and beautiful. i'd fly up into the clear blue sky, i'd fly towards the storm clouds on the horizon and i'd fly into the storm. the lightning illuminates my flight. the thunder shakes my world. my wings get heavy, the rain weighs me down and the wind is tearing at my feathers. the wind pulls and plucks my feathers out at their very roots, feather and tiny perfect drops of blood
spiral
to
the
ground
beneath me. my beautiful black feathers are plastered down, unable to support me as i fly. and so i tumble. i don't make a sound, at least no sound to be heard above the storm, and i fall to the ground and my wings cover me.