Wings

When the man yelled,

in her mind,

she would grow wings.

Wings made of multicolored lights that

shimmered as she took flight.

Her wings were mighty,

strong enough to fly her far away

to beautiful vistas,

over snow-covered mountains,

flowering deserts,

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and vast oceans.

Expanding her wings,

she felt

freedom blowing over her face,

caressing her body,

and massaging her weary muscles.

When the yelling stopped,

her wings would wrap her into an embrace

so tight and safe,

where she could hide inside to heal her wounds.

Their warmth her companion

to comfort her through her sadness.