i can see her collarbones
they stick out when she laughs
and her shoulder blades -
little white stubs
where her wings used to be
she cut them off so long ago
the scars are barely visible
they didn't always look that way
just little white dashes in the curves of her ribs
they used to be much more difficult
to look at
all desperation and awkward angles
she won't tell me what she used
how blasphemous, that something so crude
something fired by human hands
could undo such
intangible purity
tell me she isn't an angel
or, if she isn't,
then tell me why i still see heaven
in her eyes
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