There she lay, face tilted upwards
As she gazed into the s o u l s of the mighty stars overhead.
Maybe the cosmic platoons held g h o s t s of the dead,
With the phantoms trapped in a
Voiceless
Choiceless
Silver hexagonal prison.
Maybe it was their coal-black hearts
That were p r e s s u r i s e d
To shine like diamonds in the night sky…
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Domesticated Angel
PoetryA heart touching tale about a girl with a bundle of unanswerable questions. All rights reserved ©
