Deep down in my mind lives a girl; carefree.
They sharpened their tongues to cut her wings. How could she readily agree?
She was like me. She was like you.
The Sky merrily announced her arrival but she fell upside down like a harmless dew.
I do hear dismal sounds of hiccups that tear her voice apart.
She knows how to paint her black and white soul red, her magic brush sings her tales
“Every end is a new start”.
I tell her pink eyes not to cry.
Late night debates stabbed her back. Her pale expressionless face speaks nothing ,her aged fingers trembling and fixing the broken wings seem quite firm for the ultimate try.
I know my girl. She will rise from ashes.
Drained blood slurring back into her veins,
filling life and colours to naked dimensionless patches.