literature template is one of mine
words if they are unclear are as follows
My back bowed and I struggled for breath,
Loosing my fight for air, the atmosphere too thick.
Tongue like cotton wool I was unable to speak,
Head fuzzed, and hazy… I swear you had knives.
that’s how my lungs felt, Stabbed full of broken glass
As in a bed of softest down, you choked me on angel feathers.
Glad I didn’t have to look as coldly you told me that we all fall
But you made so very sure of it, when you butchered my wings.
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