Black Angel
~Black angel grew up hard and fast in a crumbling city nest.
They lied when they explained why her daddy suddenly left-
Clipping one of her wings and tossed it into the trash.
Her mamma did well to soothe and put honey to bread
but quickly slipped back into yet another burning bed.
Step monster did all of those unspeakable things.
She couldn't fly as he crushed her remaining wing.
She escaped down the cold veins of the river Styx,
swirling in cool blue whorls called sins of the flesh.
Crowned the queen of cocaine and grand dame of meth.
Turning tricks born with dead beats and jesters came next.
Just like daddy she decided to put misery to an end.
At times death is the only way to escape a burning pen.
Nobody noticed when she coaxed death out of life.
Nobody offers sweetened words over a pauper's pyre.
The tiny cross in the shadows was named Jane Doe.
Nobody cried aloud when her curtain came crashing down.
On the last act of a black and blue angel horror show.
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