How I Got My Wings

look at her the teddy she holds tight

so small with eyes sharp grey

why did they pick her?

craving normalcy

oh hugs are just as good.......

the ones beyond her bedroom door scream

squeezing teddy close

with every obscenity

the blade of reality hurts.

she knew something

growing up with scabby knees

she felt them by her spine

shoulder blades itching

shoulder blades aching

talking to Him in the bathtub at 9

drinking intoxicating tears just to fall asleep.

home is hell in a hand-basket

but blessed this chyld be

moving with the sands of time

nomad to the suburban age

the stares always landing

walking with her simple grace

sometimes she wondered what they thought

then she made it to 16.

loving them more than anything

the pity that they brought

tattered and filled with holes

burnished ash grey

they never did get her high

she would try to spread them out

but hid them with pride

with reason to perch

sometimes she'd smile

no one knew.

death's decorated the back of her mind

she'd tried to kiss their souls as they'd fly

soon usless her gift did feel

she held them with no honor

disguiseing them at her best

learning she was "fallen".