had a dream last night that i was in a church and there were angel wings pinned to the walls. i touched a pair and realised then that they weren’t made of feathers, but of words - millions of tiny letters overlapping in an imitation of flight, like starling murmurations. when i withdrew my hands the letters had been burned into my skin. they were far too small to read with my naked eyes, but knew exactly what they said somehow, nonetheless.