She dipped,
Her wings were clipped,
A bloody mess, her form was stripped.
Her halo left a moldy ring on wedding fingers riddled with arthritis.
So many bones cracked and snapped like autumn twigs as she walked
away from me.
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Confusion in Underground Clouds
PoetryThis is a collection of assorted poems, detailing one consciousness extending and swirling into another, and another, and another.
