this morning
I threw my half halo to the wind
across the ocean
Hoping it would find her
I spent dawn drawing a woman
Stronger than atlas
With more burdens and expectations than the virgin mary
more perfect than davinchi's mona lisa
Wing clipped with a sunken heart
empty chest
She is my mother
her name is mary
and when i grow up
i probably wont look anything like her
and even if no one else does
i will remember how i loved her
silently
how i killed her with my cowardice
i will remember her
Half halo and all
that we were both angels
looking for someone to sacrifice their extra wing
and tell us that we could fly
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