Angel

They had told her to spread her wings and she had. She had flown to the other side of the world. And she had grown in confidence and strength. But now, despite her strength, or because of it, she felt afraid. Afraid to spread her wings. She was afraid of the tornado that she might trigger. So she kept her wings by her side. Where they shifted impatiently. For, despite her fears, she longed and hungered and thirsted for chaos.