Sordid angel stirs, before her coffin is lowered into the soil she bathed within, dirtied upon the crying smile. Caretake, until she takes water, to create the drought. Her love dries, while her life dies beneath the stagnant moon. Small pebble dilated in the dark skies, embraces her ocean, pulls her up for a moment more, before letting go. Scorned angel weeps, signals her turn, always her go. Born to be the babe in the corner, watching mothers turn their back.