The flying didn't cease, nor did the gravity but I stayed close to the ground my mother had told me not to drift too far but that one time I did that one time, I, I tried to stop, I really did that day I saw the prodigy there was that wasn't anymore I saw sanctity gasping for breath choking on its own emesis it shouldn't have gotten so drunk on sin an aura fighting to survive against pretention hands holding on to a fading faith slipping like a baby, yet, tripping and trying my wings set ablaze by the heat of raging insanity
A memory that day was cast forever A pithy precis comes charging to me
My eyes opened to what I assumed hell an old man nominally clad in a tattered sheet pressed a medicinal red cloth against my anguishing wounds in a hut that barely stood up hay dripped off its exiguity drops of water leaked everywhere but the 4 feet cot that I lay on the gracing peacock feather near my feet gave the only colour to my grey eyes
He shivered of his elderly age that seemed younger than his wrinkles poverty seemed to have worn him down but not more than the wickedness around
"My child, are you feeling alright?"
Affrightened and confused by the terra incognita I merely nodded in affirmation
My eyes looked around to discover a nurturing, smiling face, then to a corner with a *** of water and food meagre for an infant he took a morsel in a leaf and presented to me what was left
"This is enough for me my dear, do you mind finishing the rest, it is a bit dry, here, have it with some water instead now eat well child, you look like a stick for a girl your age." then he smiled again, and walked away with nothing on his leaf, but the satisfaction of a whole on his face
I looked at the dry bread crumb moistened by a drop of my tear trying to force his bites through I wasn't ready for the hope he shared my throat was taking bath in ice his altruism healed my bubble that was burst this wasn't the insanity that burnt my wings this was the one that stole a morsel of my love.