Angel Of Undoing

On wings of blood
she flies now,
the angel of
my undoing.
She scored her arms
and wings unfurled,
burgandy.
Wings that carried her
through my body
igniting nerves,
nerves that curled
like vines in fire.
She was pain
and now I am
nothing.


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