The light swirled around her, as if afraid to land.
Feeling simultaneously honoured and unworthy.
I feel the same.
(Em)powered by eyes on her.
In the angelic orchestra of her voice,
only I can hear that one sharp note.
Pushing me closer and closer to freedom.
A sneer in smile’s clothing.
I’ve seen behind the green curtains
of the windows to her soul.
It’s… almost unappealing enough.