Yami Tenshi - Fluttering

Inside, there's a frosted egg, as crystalline as hardened snow.
The egg is sweet, broken and gold and I can breathe when I watch.
She's alive inside, growing, unraveling, blossoming.
Fluttering into the darkest of places, bringing light to the cold corners of my body.
We cannot touch her,
We cannot taste her.
Forbidden ambrosia- she's warm and frozen.
As still as softest pieces of me, she sighs.
She's tired of my damp, lifeless vessel.

The egg hatches, fluttering the gold casings away.

Could I rejoice for what I don't comprehend?

Yami Tenshi

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