[Poem] Old lies, young minds

She
smiled
at the
angels
with
their
blades
at her
throat,
Saw
reassurance in their pseudo-smiles, Believed the lies
dripping from their teeth, Found peace in a promise of
empty
eternity.
She
walks
with
no one,
she
won’t
emb-
race
us
again,
she
isn’t
any-
thing
but
cold
soft
ashes