my wings are tied, the left is shedding
my once white feathers
blow away
on drafts of
my slowly slowing
breath

my body is cold, i grasp my shoulders
as they chip and crack
fractures starting
at the base
of my wings
bits of me
drift away
on drafts of
my slowly slowing
breath

my hair is falling, whipping in the low breeze
i run my fingers through it
i pull chunks from
my head
the strands
are wisped away
on drafts of
my slowly slowing
breath

and i stop.