Jan. 17th, 2019

wingspanning: (//starling)









CONTRASTING


Things that are pure white still exist in this world, she knows.
A single feather out of her plumage,
rocking gently on the small waves which beat against the shore.
The wingspan of swans are exceptions.
Even in the broadest daylight, everything else is darkness
that shrouds, shrouds, shrouds.



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She's the girl who only ever comes out at night, moving through the crowds of the otherwise slumbering city like a bird of prey, although if you get close enough to ask, she'll tell you she's in fact a queen of waterfowl.