She buried
her secret
just outside
the barn

she won't make it
through the night
coz her wings
just fell off

fast asleep in the fog

topped by a gust
of sweet wind
right above the
jagged skyline

the wicked mind-bend
jolts the soul out
of place

skipping on the waves
of bad chance
like a flat pebble
of purest black

then she drowned
her shame
in a pool of rambling
rain

she won't make it
through the night
coz her halo
just caught fire

and the dream of
motherhood
has just unveiled
a liar

and in the end
she took the poison
but forgot to lock
the door

so she could make it
through the night
coz her shattered guilt
lies on the kitchen floor.