Little fallen Angel. She crashed into the ground. Her wings were made of glitter but they’re bloodied, an’ blistered now. Brilliantly disastrous she burns with her own might. Her light it rages hateful. Her life a vibrant crash. She died before she lived. No kids too carry on her name. No marks within the hall of fame. Violently beloved. And odiously she defied all that there was too yearn for. Little fallen Angel. You bleed so beautifully beside the rivers that you cry….