"godliness" (tw: violence, bold text)
i'm not the god i once was
my chaos? organized
my rot? cleaned away
wings? plucked clean and stripped of meat
ears and tail? shaved for coats, leaving them to freeze off
the harsh, unforgiving landscape of snow and ice, stretching forever, searing my eyes
"rescued" by those awful hunters, violated and mutated into what i am now
a monstrosity.
a lonely mass of freezing cold air, wrapped in feathers and held together by dewdrops and spiderweb.
the way i watch my pain mold into the shape of my cracking skull.
the way the anger rises, rises, rises.
yet i have to stay here, trapped in this silence, deafened by its overwhelming buzzing
white, staticky, the opposite of my godly home, where warmth and darkness welcome all.
-Faye/Arsyn (they/it)
fallen (tw: fire, toxic friends, repeating phrases)
i can still feel it. i remember when the stars collided and it all went dark.
the way they scorched my wings, sending me crashing down, down, down.
i remember
i remember why
i remember why i fell
i remember why i fell down here
they took me away from those that were toxic
knew i was strong enough for it to heal, for me to stand tall.
i was strong enough, and still am.
-Penelop (she/god)
spinning (tw: repeating words, circus/clowns?)
the ball rolls under me
spinning, spinning, spinning...
my mind, full of giggles, bright colors, a veil to hide the sadness
spinning, spinning, spinning...
the way the ringmaster is silent as i roll across the stage
spinning, spinning, spinning...
the disappointment rattling around in his empty smile
spinning, spinning, spinning...
-Pal (honk/honks)