Unspent Tomorrows

She was beautiful but no one saw her

as she opened up her tangled web of veins,

black blood flowing in streams of her past,

little stippled roadmaps of stories unheard.

Why did nobody peel back her surface

to expose her insides full of truth?

She was a stunning masterpiece fading

in a desolate wilderness from which

she could not escape as she extinguished

her final flame that wasn’t ever enough,

leaving an outline of her slow dripping

of painful angst curdling within her soul.

Angels wept bitter tears on dark earth,

her skeleton shuddered beneath their feet

and a lone eagle circled above, leaving

her sun melting in an unnoticed puddle,

forgotten in cries of unspent tomorrows.