Work Text:
Cold lips kiss my frozen
Skin. Feather light and
Soft. White,
Dying. Like wings.
Falling with my wings aflame.
Lost. Far from home.
I am cursed by my own,
Left to wonder over
This world.
My broken wings
Do little to save me.
They are crushed,
Burnt, unworthy,
They cannot carry me
Home.
So I sit, in the snow.
Cold lips kiss my
Frozen skin.
