Angel Wings Poem by Tate Blackman

When she was a little girl her thoughts were always paper thin, they read just like a novel, easy to swallow. She could ignite a friendship with any creature on Earth, her Polly Pocket was an avid reader. Her favorite time of the day was when she could share her adventures with her mother, while it may be brief she found that worlds could be created to her wonderful mother.
Oh the day's would just swim away when she thought. They would take flight and become something new, something otherworldly. At night her mother would sing her songs about plastic soldiers and mockingjays and the night would always end with her mother's smile. She would say "Now Corri listen to the spirits when you sleep, they'll tell you stories." Now every night Corri would hear her angels speak sweet stories in her ears, she would drift off blissfully unaware of any and all hardship in the world around her. All that existed in her small sweet mind was stories sung by honey dripped angels.
Years later Corri would think of her mother's words, wishing to hear them once more, pretending that they were true.
At eighteen Coriander James graduated high school with the skin of her teeth, ready to face the world and all it's oysters. But she would never be prepared for what lay ahead. As she had aged her stories were but a distant memory, this planet had made her ill. She had been poisoned by bad decisions and wrong turns, neglect had turned her hard and cold. At age fifteen her loving parents had split up due to so many mistakes, her mother had suffered greatly. She was dying of so many things it was hard to keep count. They called in full renal failure, doesn't sound too bad right?
Wrong. At eighteen Coriander lost her mother to a lack of trying, but she gained something so important from it. A boy, nothing like her had helped her, he picked up the broken peices of her body. He framed her fragile mind on the wall to protect it's pages. His name was Wayne, and wow was he a lightning bolt, with eyes sharp and quick. His laughter broke her hardened soul, she fell in love with his amber eyes. They had always known each other but they never trully spoke until then.
In the fall after her nineteenth birthday they wed, throwing caution to wind with flowers. He offered her safety, firm footing on the ground. While she gave him absence of fear and dried rose petals, she pushed his boundaries. They grew a deep love within their bodies, something Corri hadn't felt since the days of angels and stories. The moment she looked into his eyes she vowed to carry him to the edge of the oceans to see where freedom was born.
This is the story of their adventures, of how Wayne and Corri were just like every human being, starved for affection. How they fought off monsters and men, how they carried atmosphere's on their shoulders. It may seem as though they aren't any different from every couple but this was just the beginning.