Afterward
Water dripped from her wings, sprinkling flowers with morning dew. They were little more than tears on the vast ocean of emptiness that filled her tepid heart, but she couldn’t seem to quell it. The tremors shook her lithe body, trembling incessantly until she was little more than the branch upon where she sat. How fatalistic. How bright this bountiful sun. Wherein nothing was left of her heart but shattered glass, sparkling like rain against the night.
