Graceless
You are graceless
She is wingless, like you
Only yours were honorary
Yours she gave to you, so generous
Hers you tore from her
Shoulder blades,
Pulled a feather from every pore
A petal every time
You asked whether or not
She had been in love with you
She was
And she wishes
You were missing the same pieces
That were taken from her
But at the same time
She couldn't hurt a fly
Not on purpose
Nor without consideration
Nor without consequence
Because she knows better than to do what you did.
You cut her
Yet your own blood
Doesn't run with guilt.
You're Graceless
Selfish
Yet not as Graceless
As the young woman
Whom you laid on a metal slab,
Dissected,
And sewed back together
With romantic detachment
You claimed her,
You cut her,
You maimed her,
Don't trivialize her anger
She deserves to feel something again
Let her fly,
Let her fly
*******,
She doesn't want her family to watch her die