She knew she was different
right before they pointed out her
flaws, her imperfections
She knew she was not, in any way,
quite like the others
And she was proud of it
The moment she hatched
summer was at the tip of her tongue
She always knew her wings would grow
Before the flowers even begin to blossom
Before the sun rises in the east
She knew she would take the skies
command the winds of change
She grew up thinking her past is her future
and that she is as she was before:
A self-proclaimed history repeating itself
A monster hovering above the world
instilling terror into the hearts of men
But greater forces are at work
And life wasn't all that fair
She was beautiful and he was curious
She was a goddess and he was a child
With a wave of his innocent hand
He had her
In his hands rests the life and death of a queen
She could feel her wings
And her heart,
breaking
making crunchy noises as they crumble
She cries, he smiles
In her three hundred sixty degree perspective
she saw murder written across his lips
And in that moment she knew
she wasn't what she thought she was
The first time she flew was also
the last time she touched the ground
Who knew
she'd be buried underneath it?
-L.C.