Call Me Angel If You Please
She had the devil's horns
and an angel's wings,
with flowers growing
from her thorns and
tears that seemed to sing.
She had twisted thoughts
that wove through iron frames,
She built an armour from the words
to protect herself from games.
Still,
She wore her halo proud,
shining down towards the marks
that whispered things aloud.
She let the light sweep
through the cracks
and darkness during sleep.
She was a nightmare
and a dream,
She is everything she seems.
Copyright © Jenny Dillon | Year Posted 2018
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