Whore

Captivating ,
time stands still,
when the angels see her.

Incarcerated,
in her own mind.
The world seems very miniscule.

Her wings glow heat
like a summer fever.
If only she could simply fly....

The beautiful is a gnarled ball,
of pain and shame behind a deceitful curtain.
The angels are powerless against her heart.
She lingers on
to conquer no one.

Struggling to make an exit
out of her cell,
with twine wound in her doubt:
she deforms all purpose
as to why she roams
through the reality
that breaks her down.

She draws you in
by way of porcelain smile,
almost enchanting , to imagine more.

She is , your future, excited,
your past, your failure,
uneducated whore.