Mend my clipped wings with
Needle and thread. Focus your careful eyes
So one stitch may tirelessly aligns the other.
Create the tops that were severed
Out of the silver tears that trickle down my cheeks.
Wings of saltwater. Wings of crystal.
Fly far above the crushing weight of water leaking
From the pools beneath my lids.
Deep caverns dug over times of pain
Crackling brooks whose explorations shaped
Veins of horror never to be remade.
Leaks become silk threaded atop so light.
Attached at the severed seam, transformed
To whole wings which my pain takes flight.