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my words, angel wings

I’m gathering bird wings from the ground. Some call them angel wings, but I feel their fragility, their fallen nature.
I’m weaving them into my hair, my mother fears I’ll get lice.
From now on, I’ll write my poems with these wings, I miss the ink staining my hands, and I believe that as I write, my own wings will grow.

Tools & Technique: Created with Procreate using ink brushes. AI was used as a reference, tracing method was employed.

my words, angel wings

I’m gathering bird wings from the ground. Some call them angel wings, but I feel their fragility, their fallen nature.
I’m weaving them into my hair, my mother fears I’ll get lice.
From now on, I’ll write my poems with these wings, I miss the ink staining my hands, and I believe that as I write, my own wings will grow.

Tools & Technique: Created with Procreate using ink brushes. AI was used as a reference, tracing method was employed.

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