Dark Angel

Her dark hair covered her shamed face as she cried liquid fire. If you looked in her eyes, passed the ivy covered wall, you'd see her shattered spirit.

Her tattered dress fell in the rain and weighed her down more; stopping her from moving on.

But what truly broke her was her fragile wings. So weak they were, the wind broke holes in them. And their veins held the sheer skin over them. This cause them to bow and eventually shrivel.

(I'm watching her decompose)

This girl is the one inside of every woman. And this is who you LET die when you lose your innocence and gain "maturity" ... I'm sorry.

Note: This was a very unusual write for me. I was around ppl who inspired me in weird ways, lol. But I did like how it turned out. Please comment on it so I can get your thoughts and any suggestions you have. Thanks! :)
~Midnight Sun