Perfection in life.
Not plausible.
Not this lifetime.
Poor Anna Angel.

She soared above.
Crashed to the ground.
Can she love that
Which destroyed her?

Friends lied.
Though the need was there.
Still scarred Anna.
Will it never
End?

She was loved.
Shunned.
Her trust slaughtered.
Anna is beyond
Repair.

Life was kinder.
Harshier.
She was mutilated.
Comforted.
She will never know
Love.

In the end
We knew Anna
Would be crowned
An angel.

Though her deceased soul
Still haunts those
Who wronged her in
Life.
Poor Anna.
Dead in such a horrible
Way.

None remember.
None even care.
She truly did become
What we knew she was
All along

An Angel with Scabbed Wings.