4 Feathers

Four feathers,

All she could find at her attempt to the heavens.

Four feathers, black in colour

Four inches and tied together.

Not tidy by any means

And not comparable to wings

But this little girl, tired of the world

Stood on the edge of her dark forever

Looked to the sky with no trace of a tear in her eyes

And nobody to wave her goodbye.

She stood, ready to fly.

Ready to die.

Her attempt to the sky with four feathers.

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