PROMPTS 5,11,13,22

 prompts 5, 11,13,22

 angel wings torn up and knotted/ i wanted to be perfect/ never ached for this role bleeding inchor on stick palms/ so you licked the gold off my fingers but no one told me i'd fall/

             (angels cant fly with pitch black wings)

i am starting to think you knew that, though i (still carried wolf in my tooth/claw in my palm)

and storm seldom left so i choked on thunder instead.

i learned the hard way that fear never suited mortal eyes, so

    

 i leave/and trails of ichor paint my footsteps