fallen

she
is a snow angel
shaped from flakes,
brushed aside
by the warmth
of insulated bodies

she
has snow wings
with bones
made, outlined
with sticks
and stones
straining to burst
into color
or flame

she
has a halo
of sunlight, star breath
threatening
to dissolve her
beneath its
tug-o-war gaze

she
isn’t seen by them
as anything more
valuable,
revealing nothing
but serpent tongues,
a colorless impression
passed over

she
comes between some
fog rising,
light falling
her reality shattering
their glass darkly

she
is a snow angel
free to be
bound

she
is a snow angel
who may
one dawn
disappear

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