Starry One

Astraea The Starry One While they slept she folded up her two sisters between two great wings holding them tight like she was protecting them on the LA Metro Red Line. The next day nothing happened to them while they walked to work. A few feathers fell which others picked up and slid into purses, pockets or hair. She awoke in an empty warehouse- Los Angeles Street- and waits, nearly bound, struck by daylight, no longer a star- barely a goddess.