that my ribs may be sheared apart
to create mock wings
to writhe incessantly
in the sky
towards warmth
all i wanted was to find warmth and
the sun decided to burn my wings instead

in my ultraviolet coffin i had a few thoughts but none worth mentioning
most of which i regret
even if i cannot remember them as they were in the first place

a wish to fly
a wish to escape
a wish to not be here
anymore
not anymore