November 15, 2016

She wants to be rebellious.

Her white wings turn a midnight black in the night,
Hidden away, never wanting to be seen,
She flaps her wings faster to outrun
Her shadow.

From pretty pink
to deep black,
From dresses
to armor.
from heels
to boots,
Wearing the blood of her enemies
as gold.

She flies to forget.

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