An angel on the side of the road

 “Sweet suicide” brought a memory of another day.
The magik fairy met a no name, little angel on the side of the road that day.
An angel, once, whose magik had all but, ran away.
Now, her remaining beauty lies in the faint of all eternity.

She spoke with the trust of a suspicious word
Displaying her fading childishness that no one even fucking heard.
At six foot tall,
In the mind of her blinded eye,
She had beaten one and all.
Missing all the lies and deception that caused her lifelong fall.

She saw with restricted visions.
A knife had pierced her eye with insane decisions.
She asked the magik fairy if he cared for a fuck or two.
He said for you, a needed hug would do.

She flaunted the remaining of her tools for rent
But the fairy gently covered her with the softness of a blanket
And through the night she spent.
She became a child once more,
For a fleeting whisper of her time,
For a moment or a so, letting go of the demon score
As she felt the memory of a calmness slip briefly
Inside her twisted, shallow mind.

In the morning she picked the fairy up
With the biggest of a hug . . . . . . . . . .good bye.
She continued on her journey
To maintain the cravings
For her manik high.
The fairy witnessed the slowest of her suicide
As he watched,
The little angel heading off
. . . . . . .To die.

bilbo, the changeling