'Why would you create something like this ?'
'What were you doing in my closet?'
Silence.
'That's a story for another day.' he finally said.
'It is not.'
My hands were getting unbearably cold.
'You cannot barge into my closet and look through my things.'
'I'm sorry.'
'You may have discovered my secret , but you don't know what I've been through.'
'Maybe I don't. '
'Then. Don't. Ever. Pry. Into. My. Secrets.'
Clatter.
'Angie, look down.'
-Icicles were falling from my hands.
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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoetryHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
