, ,

A thin veil of sheath

Upon her ravaged face

Dripping sweat and blood alike

In this humongous bolted sky

She was just a feather whipped of flesh

Bloating over and over again

Over a hasted cloud and mesh

She leaped on faith and fear

Her scarves were shivering

As her misfit clothes

Just in a lapse of time

She collapsed like those willows

In the midst of an uneven crowd

She never had a thin veil

In the neighborhood stories

She was reduced to a nimbus cloud

After the last of the lightnings