Pixen

A light

So dim

So small

And thin

Wings

Of glass

Refract

My past

Shape

Familiar

But alien all the same

Comforting

In design

Yet smells just like pain

Everything does

Through my blood-soaked nostrils

I can’t hear her words

I’ve shut out this world

She plants

A kiss

On my left stone cheek

Softens

Hard blood

Lets me feel weak

Opens

My heart

And lets light shine in

It burns

So much

Just like it did then

I hate

The pain

Want it to go away

Remind

Myself

How I became this way

Clench

My fists

Breathe

It in

Try

To live

Cry

And mend

I can only just hear

But a whisper of sorts

The voice of an angel

As her lips contort

“Fly away

Leave this place

Fight, don’t pray

For your own sake”

“This is I

Pixen Queen

We will fly

Towards that dream”

“That image of health

That picture of wealth

Peace in the soul

A congruent mold”

She held out but

One miniscule hand

Asking me to shake

I’m so glad I did