The SHE

I don’t want to travel back to the summer,
the summer when I befriended the SHE.
So white, so perfect, so beautiful,
a faery she seemed.
But nothing perfect is ever beautiful,
and nothing beautiful is ever perfect,
I had forgotten:
Her wings had been clipped
so she stood on the ground.
I held on to her broken back
only to see those wings grow.

+++++++++++++++++Those spiky things were
+++++++++++++++++silver with tiny scales.
+++++++++++++++++So elegant, so graceful;
+++++++++++++++++sharp as knives in hundreds.
+++++++++++++++++As I held on, the wings grew
+++++++++++++++++piercing through me,
+++++++++++++++++drawing blood and flesh
+++++++++++++++++out of my being,
+++++++++++++++++setting the SHE free.

4 comments

  1. freckledsillyproser · November 17, 2013

    I’m speechless. Amazing and beautiful illustrations too.

    A fan.

    • anumshafique · November 17, 2013

      The illustrations are not mine and I agree that they are beautifully created by their respective artists… =) I am glad you liked my poems. Thank you so much! =)

  2. drewdog2060drewdog2060 · November 17, 2013

    Maybe I have got hold of the wrong end of the stick but “the she” seems to be a demon taking on the guise of a fairy. Your english is excellent, did you attend an english school in Pakistan?

    • anumshafique · November 18, 2013

      Yes, actually, I did.
      That is an interesting interpretation! Interpret it as you wish. There is no wrong end. 🙂

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