Good-Byes Are Few Poem by Casey Renee Kiser / snail viXen

Your wings are as black as my thoughts...
It doesn't take me long
to figure out who you are.
By the way,
have you met my best friend,
Mr. Ink Pen? He's kinda quiet
until you get to know him.
I'll go with you.
Just give me a minute to pack.
Do you think it's alright
to put innocence, despair and desecration
in the same suitcase?
Good-byes are few, almost
unnecessary.
They won't even know I'm gone.
Can I bring all my lipstick? ? ?
That's all I need to face
anything.