Allow me to adjust
this crown that
the world covered
in dust & grime.
She rises from
London to New York
to Paris, looking
out hotel room
windows at
city skylines
from the grave
they shoved her into
to states she never
thought she'd make it
to: happy - if
a little petty.
YOU ARE READING
The Empress Rises
PoetryYou broke me before you even knew what it meant to break, stood back & watched me go up in flames. Don't mourn for long; you'll need your legs when I rise from the devastation you laid.
