Broken Angel

She stands like an angel
trying to walk tall
covered in his darkness
sticky black caked across her.
She claws at the tar,
desperate to pull it off
but skin tears with it,
and the occasional painful feather.
Tears have left clean streaks
down her dirty face
but her eyes barely cry
at least not like they did
when the first piece ripped her open
exposing her insides to the cold.
She seems numb to it now
when her antagonist
tells her to stay on the ground,
but here is the secret:
she's the hero of this story
and underneath all the pain
she's still an angel,
amazing and strong,
beautiful deep down
and someday she'll fly again.