meeting a Goddess, sunshine, envying its divinity & wings

stripping each white feather, dyeing them all in her blood

sewing souls into mine, stealing her golden halo

it will never fly again— riding only in my hand

my fallen angel: a bruised flower

your aperture narrows as f /our voices deepen sunlight burns through exposed cloth shutters

we made you to protect an us we never realized would be safe as she is it’s no decorative pansy

darkrooms reveal stains & splatters under safety lightbulb, glowing ruby our eyes don’t adjust yet

we have twins, don’t we? is it sisters, not twins? god, no that’s a different flower entirely — rosemary

meeting a Goddess, sunshine, envying its divinity & wings

stripping each white feather, dyeing them all in her blood

sewing souls into mine, stealing her golden halo

it will never fly again— riding only in my hand

my fallen angel: a bruised flower