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
