Arches pulled at the skin on her back, as though threatening to rip it apart if they were trapped any longer. Desperate fingernails scrawled till porcelain skin turned into red marks and into tiny droplets of blood; she was trying to free them!
But alas, nothing was happening, nothing was working, for the wings she thought were growing were merely tired bones and broken joints. In the second she realized her foolishness, her body slumped into the floor like a pool of water. Her disillusion was drowning her.
She realized her foolishness when epiphany struck her like free-falling without a parachute: she was nothing more but a mortal confined within the cages of the earth.
She was trapped, and there was nothing that could set her free.
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