She lays there in the middle of the dusty church, her heart is shattered.
Her hair is tossed all over her delicate face, it almost seems that it will break.
Crimson tears roll down her face and splash quietly onto the dusty church floor.
The light shining through the stain glass window plays colors across her fragile body.
The scattered feathers on the floors dance in the breeze from the open window.
Her wings that were once glorious and snow white, are now faded and tattered, they seem so old.
The church bells ring, they echo in her ears, she winces in pain.
She turns and looks towards the heavens, her eyes full of sadness, confusion, hate, misery.
She closes her eyes slowly and waits, just waits for someone to find her.
