Gutter Angel
I’m your angel in the gutter,
Lying with broken wings
And cracked halo.
I bite my lip and taste blood,
It reminds me that I’m still breathing.
With every flutter my heart is beating slower
But I’m struggling to keep going.
I entreat you with my plastic eyes,
But you just walk on by.
Avert your eyes and ignore this trashy angel,
This harlequin, heroin Snow White
Breathing her last in the dirt.
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