dark and black like the night.
She never heard me when I would say
the stars and universes were made for her
wondering eyes.
Sadness collected in the strands of hair in her face -
shutters to the details of the outside world.
Over time she died to the outside,
curling in,
finding solace within her own embrace.
She was an angel who broker her own wings
and ripped out her own feathers.
She denied her cosmic being & universal soul
just to hide her extra amongst us mere
terrestrials.
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