Feathers

The miles beneath her feet were many, but she felt as though she hadn't moved. Head heavy as any stone she strove to keep her chin up and her head above water, but she knew. She knew that when the morning came and the clothes were chosen and her reflection had appeared in the mirror that she would still be the same; lacking lost. Careful to always smile as though she meant it and act as though she wasn't half as empty as she was, she wasn't even half-surprised to find that she had gone missing in her own skin. Trying to chase the light she did her best to be smaller, less noticeable even, than the wind, but in striving to be light she never guessed that she'd lose her feathers and forget how to fly.