She bites at her nonexistent nails
And tries to remember how it felt to be
    .Immortal.

When she could control
           everything
and everyone around her.

She was like God.
   She felt and heard all around her
Every half.hearted sigh
      and every ear.shattering scream
She felt silk skin of virgins
 and the breaking of hearts

.The only thing she didn’t know was happiness.

She was like Shakespeare
  writing beautiful sonnets by the moonlight
speaking out in some character’s monologue
  She felt the betrayal of Caesar
   in her own chest
and felt the helpless confusion of Macbeth in her mind

.The only thing she didn’t know was prose.

She was like Cleopatra
    stringing men along like pearls
to grace her slender neck
And completing successful conquests
   as a result of sex appeal
and suggestion

.The only thing she didn’t know was beauty.

She told herself
   To breathe like immortals owned her lungs
             and hope that
.mortality.
was just a misprint on Johannes Gutenberg’s
         printing press

She hoped to get her wings back one day

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