en something better than all that crap earlier idk
what i was thinking
On the other side there’s a dark space where it
Stretches out its arms and legs and sails effortlessly to whichever world it wants to
With colorless shapeless hair, lengthless nails,
Beautiful and horrible, night angel.
Taking to slaughtering flights with her shattered remorse,
Screams in anguish as
Existence, yet again,
Fails to pass her by.
Closes her eyes to cry the hurt from her brain,
A twisted, abuse’d thing,
Only fusing like glass when they open again.
Three ruby crystals bless her face,
Like nervous things in the night, or the eyes of
A killing bird turned sacred,
Yet retaining some natural pattern to their wings,
Life in citation, for
A lack of nature in that sadistic machination,
A briar of curve’d truths and the moons cold light.