Monday, June 4, 2018

Wings Beneath My Feet

Daisies lifted with the breeze
Wings beneath their rooted feet
Disguising what lays beneath
Rotted corpses discarded
Their stories disregarded
Forgotten, hardly mattered
Whores playing dangerously
Chained. Degraded. Wanting free
Who cares if they are missing
Twisted sinner, savage beast
Carving master of this feast
For her anguish no reprieve
Washed ashore her shattered bones
Poor lost girl finally home
Rain the heavens, her tears flow
Daisies fresh to mark her grave
Lonesome figure alone came
For her daughter she does pray

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