by Adrienne
Crimson wings pinned flat, helpless-
I know you never wanted to be the oppressor.
Perhaps it was you who wanted to be free yourself.
Even though she is dead and gone,
she has come back to you in her strange way.
You know she has always adored you,
and this girl adores you all the more.
Take care; the words you ought to say
will not always be the ones on the tip of your tongue.
Have faith in them both, dear Beloved.
