They have been clipped
Stripped from her once eternal body
Crimson streams from her spine
Pools now on the ground where she stands
Frightful tears flow from her glossy, crystal eyes
Pressing forward into what she has seen but does not know:
The ground harder
The water colder and brown
And the sky grey
How can she stand this world?
Man can be so cruel
Locking herself away will do nothing
Yet it is the only thing she knows to do
She must learn to live again
Walk a new life
Ivory wings
Tossed into the nothingness
Looking simple; nothing as she did before
How will she now be perceived?
