Angel in her dreams

synthetic wings sewn to a broken back
scarred with endless lashings, self inflicted memories
too thin, too pale, too far gone to be anything like human

she wanted to be an angel like the ones she saw in her nightmares
the ones that came to her singing sweet choruses
to drown out the fear and hate and pain of what she saw

her synthesis complete in her fall to glory
she escapes

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