Literature
Even Angels
She slipped through the darkened city night sky, plunging to the ground like a comet, her feathers dancing around her in a painful dance with the wind that ripped through her. Her clenched hands loosened and tried to embrace the ground below her, death being the least of her worries. Her eyes closed she took a jagged breath, hoping it would be her last. She crumpled onto the pavement, dimly lit by the uniform lamp posts. Her broken beaten body, encased by her wings portrayed little of the pain she felt so deep within her body. Such a disastrously beautiful sight was enough to seep through the ice of any heart, to cause such a gasp that you fo