Lit.Org - a community for readers and writers Advanced Search

Average Rating

(1 votes)

RatingRated by

You must login to vote

Burning Feathers

I can smell them now,
The fire eats its way through
The stem
The root,
Licking the soft skin of white plummage
Ashes begin to ride the wind from my hand
And the scent of blood and a lake
Begin to rise to my nostrils
I hold the feather up to my eye,
As the orange beast crawls its way down
Destroying and cleansing the path it takes
Why do I burn the feathers ?
Why do I destroy the skin of an animal ?
To know how it feels
To know tha skin, cover, identity...
Is an illusion
Easily burnt and scattered

Related Items


The following comments are for "Burning Feathers"
by 100 Bullets

A phase

Trust me Jess, I don't even know what I was either going through or on at the time. I must've been depressed that day.


( Posted by: 100 Bullets [Member] On: October 30, 2002 )

Add Your Comment

You Must be a member to post comments and ratings. If you are NOT already a member, signup now it only takes a few seconds!

All Fields are required

Commenting Guidelines:
  • All comments must be about the writing. Non-related comments will be deleted.
  • Flaming, derogatory or messages attacking other members well be deleted.
  • Adult/Sexual comments or messages will be deleted.
  • All subjects MUST be PG. No cursing in subjects.
  • All comments must follow the sites posting guidelines.
The purpose of commenting on Lit.Org is to help writers improve their writing. Please post constructive feedback to help the author improve their work.