She was beautiful but no one saw her
as she opened up her tangled web of veins,
black blood flowing in streams of her past,
little stippled roadmaps of stories unheard.
Why did nobody peel back her surface
to expose her insides full of truth?
She was a stunning masterpiece fading
in a desolate wilderness from which
she could not escape as she extinguished
her final flame that wasn’t ever enough,
leaving an outline of her slow dripping
of painful angst curdling within her soul.
Angels wept bitter tears on dark earth,
her skeleton shuddered beneath their feet
and a lone eagle circled above, leaving
her sun melting in an unnoticed puddle,
forgotten in cries of unspent tomorrows.