My thirst

I want it.

I NEED IT

NOW

Black Wings

I wish I have a pair of wings. Black wings, as the symbol of my sins. 

let's imagine about the process to having wings on your back.

Your blood is boiling inside your veins. You felt something weird on your back. Then, the feeling is getting stronger. First, you can feel your bones are cracking, especially the backside of your ribs, collarbone and shoulder blades. Then, another bone is starting to come out from each of those bones. In constant pace, they're growing. As those growing bones start knocking on your insides, you can feel your veins strangle them, then followed by the muscles, skin and nerves. you started to feel them as your own body. With all those things, the pressure against your insides growing stronger and stronger. Until it is unbearable and your backskin starts to crack. You feel the wounds keep getting bigger as those wings-which has already covered in feathers-slowly coming all the way out, still growing. And then, finally they are fully out, except their base which has connected to your rib, shoulder blades and your collarbones. Your heart still pounding hard, your breath tried to became steadily after all of those screaming pain and boiling veins. Your teary eyes looked back, and you found those black wings attached to your body, still covered in so much blood. Blood still flowing hard from your opened-wide wounds, but you keep spreading your new wings. Curious on their size. When you spread them to the side, your wings can cover the whole wall of the room. You tried to spread them upwards and stand up, but even if you're still sit helplessly on the floor, your wings had already touch the roof. because of the pain, you decided not to move too much and only wandering to the room. nd you'll find the whole room is covered with the black red stain which is, unmistakably your own blood.