Where did she go? No, not the girl with a halo.
Not the one who screamed hello into oblivion hoping to be found by an angel.
Where did she go? No, not her, not the empty vessel.
No, not the one who hid under the mattress from monsters that weren’t afraid of the dark
She isn’t lost, she’s merely breaking.
No, not physically. He wouldn’t dare make it obvious.
I can literally hear her heart breaking, tick tock, anytime now she might give in.
I can’t find her, the veil is too thick, and the mist from her eyes blinding.
She was young, stranger’s aren’t people you know
That’s what teacher said, he’s family.
Should we tell teacher now?
How could you possibly find her now?
I saw her once, without an ounce of hope left in her
But I saw her eyes, she was somehow still strong.
I saw her tear, no it did not burn her flesh
But surprisingly, it fed her spirit.
She spoke to me, not in words but in visions
Envisioning her metamorphosis stage
The girl you are looking for,
She’s at the end of the teardrop.
Written by Amogelang Lekwadu.
Artwork by Euphoriaheart.