lizzie

lizzie grew a pair of wings to fly to the moon. she wanted to taste what kind of cookie dough it was made of. her wings grew broken and crooked, covered in powder membrane. she could not flap them, much less fly. her parents scolded her for her silliness. "you'll have to live with those wings forever," they told her and sent her to bed without dinner. she jumped out of her window, aiming for the crescent moon. lizzie pricked her finger on its tip and bled chocolate chip.