Star stickers on my chest
— my wings made an impression.
Unforeseen, sky rift, I slip through the crack.
“I need help!” I yell, “You are losing me!”
Sadly, we’re a dime a dozen.
Now I’m crawling, cursed with broken wings.
“Help me.” — ring echo
“You —are failing me.”
—so I scream.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 3:01 PM UTC
Star stickers on my chest
— my wings made an impression.
Unforeseen, sky rift, I slip through the crack.
“I need help!” I yell, “You are losing me!”
Sadly, we’re a dime a dozen.
Now I’m crawling, cursed with broken wings.
“Help me.” — ring echo
“You —are failing me.”
—so I scream.
