Freezes into beautiful ice feathers. I watch as they form and develop into full beautiful wings.
The water on the glass window freezes beneath my glare. Freezes into beautiful ice feathers. I watch as they form and develop into full beautiful wings. They tell me I can fly away from here, away from the pain, away from this town. Away. I want to. I want to. The world moving beyond the ice feathers is crawling with dirty unapologetic people who ruin everything in their path. Breathing people who have no care in the world that their breath is the essence of horrific acts. Innocent babies that come from the female analogy grow up to be monsters who hit their children and rape teen aged girls. I try not to breath in the stench of these, I try hard. Being alone is the only cure for this. I am one of these humans. To be ashamed of who you are is really the worst kind of lonely. Being out in the world and knowing that you're this parasite to nature is horrifying. I try not to let the acid tears fall onto the earth's surface, but it's hard. Everything is sooo hard all the time.
