Scar of a Fallen Angel
there is nothing more beautiful
than the scar of a fallen angel-
in broken ivory feathers cloaked,
wrapped in a veil of mending sutures;
as she sits,
her head down-
clenched fists...
awaiting someone to heal her wound
as she deserves
her honey-hazel eyes as frail as October,
barren skin iridescently tender,
an aria of her melody exclaims what
she felt like that night-
the fear of falling unwillingly,
the wonder of what will become of life,
or death,
or both
though woe was worn and her heart torn,
she saw the ebullience in her wound-
the way her scar shined was a marvel,
a PERFECT flaw worn in the dark of night
though she’s wounded in ways the
heavens cannot heal from afar-
there’s nothing more lovely
than a fallen angel’s beautiful scar
February 9, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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