Fairy of good
She is a fairy
She is mystical
She covers your world in pixie dust
She sprinkles gems of hope
She holds lost souls of the dead in a crystal ball
Her eyes icy blue
Her skin pale and translucent
Her body embodies the sunlight
Her hair braided
little pearls
Strung through her hair
Her wrist slit through the lining of her wrist
She's dropping her blood
On petals
Giving them light
Her wings are made from glass
On the edges are small tiny diamonds
She wears a dress
Lightly clad
Stuck to her body
Her dress translucent
Its the color of fog
From cigar smoke
Her back
Tattooed with bruises
, And tiny little words
That tell who created each one
Her body was someone else's canvas
She got tired of sitting there on the stool
And being poked and prodded
To sit up straight
To be awash in the pain of others
She throws her magnificent hair to the side
And on the side of her face
Shows a scar
It pooling over with
Sunshine
She smiles
She wears her pain behind her face
She keeps on being the fairy in the painting
To prevent the darkness from seeping in
She waves her wand of hope
Even though she herself doesn't believe in hope