Feathers up close...

I got a paper cut by a feather. Can you get one too?

Feathers are soft, fringed plumes that tickle and make you feel good. If used rightly, they arouse sensuality and excite things. They are a (read: the) magic material that can make you fly and achieve all that there is. They are not just pretty to look at but also protect birds from sun, heat and cold.

When a feather sits atop your head, you take it, close your eyes, make a wish and swoosh it away. They bewitch you with their enchantress.

It feels like a dream
that will soon falter as I wake up 
But not like a dream that will come down 
crashing and crumbling on the ground with a thump 
But like a dream made of white velvety feathers 
When I touch them they will tremble and swiftly whoosh in the air 
It’s better to let the glass break, sting your feet and let the crimson blood flow 
than get feathers that will engulf you 
smother you 
They won’t hurt you 
so you’d never know that the pain is not unreal 
Oh no, they won’t hurt you 
just trap you in their softness 
It’s brutal but you’d never know it is killing you 
And all this while, 
everyone thought feathers were innocent 

PS: I apologise to ruin the goodness of feathers for you