A flight on Broken Wings

by Morgan

sprouting my wings,
they seem to be broken,
lies tangled them down,
battered, confused, betrayed,

Your words fill my mouth bitterly,
what pleasure have you found in twisting a bruised vein?
Overwhelming resentment spreads against my lips,
the color in my cheeks fade, gripping these lies,
burnt by your kiss, hold along until the victim falls.