Can't you feel the the snap of her bones
Seeping between these Victorian cathedrals?
These days angels are hard to find.
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If you listen closely to the cacophony
of chocolate screams and Demerol smiles
You can hear her tumbling
from the sky
Spinning chaotically,
a single spark
in the black storm cloud.
Plummeting, suspended by the only string that cared,
That silver lifeline always felt so cold...
And she falls, a human yo-yo;
but once she reaches the end
she doesn't come back up.
There is no more slack on her lead
and oh, the crack of her arm breaking
She swings
a tired little doll
with nothing left to live
or die for.
Her angel is gone.
Author notes
I started writing this with a certain idea in mind,
and it turned to something else much too quickly.
*sigh*
Is this how it's going to be?
Comments
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buuuut
it's a very nice poem, dear.
(lol, Dear. XD)
i like it; short, sweet, Keikou, and dark. =D a good recipie. ((because your vocabulary is total win))
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Well thank you.
xD
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