Broken Wings Poem by Kondwani Simwaba

Broken wings
She sits in the corner of her room, weeping softly trynna hide the wounds; see no one knows the truth when she smiles for what lies inside her, even the X-ray machine would break from notification sounds, she's fractured. Every night she stands alone to ogle at the stars wishing she could leave but see, she is bound to this torment; this Wolf clad as an Angel is her kryptonite, am sorry did I imply the notion that she is a Supergirl? Pardon me for I wanna tell a tale of an Angel with broken wings.
He called her Honey, made her feel like she ruled over the Bees, he was as gentle as a cool breeze in October but then he forgot, no wait! he's mask fell off, and that devil in him emerged, but for her, she thought with a little touch of love like a fairytale, she'd tame him, he touched her back alright, yes he touched her with red angry eyes he touched her, no with fully pumped veins he touched her i mean with his claws disguised as nails he touched her, that smile faded, i mean her dimple remained permanent but she loved him, at any given time she could leave so one day she got to the roof top and jumped, she was free, free as the birds, she was free, free as the wind but alas! Her wings were broken so in essence she was free-falling like an Apple on Einstein's head, yes gravity embraced her and the reaper nestled her...
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