“Do you see her?”
“Who?”
“Her,” she says, pointing to the window.
“I don’t see anyone or hear any voices. Are you okay?”
She is standing right there.
“There is no one there.”
“Are you freaking blind? She is right there!”

She could feel the little girl’s uneasiness with the woman having company.
The girl liked being alone with her, uninterrupted.
The woman always felt the girl’s anger when she was with someone else.

“I hear the angel wailing.”
“There is no one in this house but us. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I keep hearing that little angel’s wails. How will she forgive me for who I am?”
“There is no one.”
“You must be both blind and deaf.”

She starts sobbing herself.
The little angel is wailing,
The thrust of pain is like a knife.
She feels the hurt from heartbreak and lies.

She wants warmth.
She has been naked in the cold for too long.
She craves acceptance and belonging from anywhere.
The shock cuts through her like a tsunami sword,
Leaving her bleeding.

I can hear that angel wailing.
She just wants to feel,
Anything, something.
Her heart is left ailing.

She wants to be part of something,
But it has already cost her so much loss.

For a piece of warmth,
She will roll in the dust to find it.
She will pick it up,

Removing any rot that is fraught within it.

For a piece of warmth,
Although her heart has been made to rust,
She will still trust.
She will find someone or something,
A hand in the rain.

There she is, in our parlor window.
Her mind is failing.
She is freezing.
“Don’t you see her?” the woman asks again.

She is the one the moon is hailing.
Her joy has been made to rot
And left to the dust.
But she knows she will rise again,
Burning hot with all the lessons from failing.

She stands up,
She carries a picture, a portrait of herself
From when she was a child,
And says,
“I am sorry that I betrayed you.
I killed you to fit in.
But you were the best thing,
That ever happened to me.

I promise, from now on,
It will be just the both of us.

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