Angel

She never saw her beauty

she only saw a part.

She took her pain out

on her legs

with words not written straight.

That's how she saw the world-

in a skewed and broken way.

She was an angel

who had a broken wing.

She spiraled and fell

and fell and fell and fell.

She couldn't see the light of day.

So my beautiful and broken angel

in hell will she remain.