Miss Twilight

And alas the angel flew, appendages tattered and frail, and she set her sights on the sun.
On this morning, she was shot down by a godly force- though not of ethereal origin- and plummeted through the most familiar darkness.
It's quite peculiar- that when in the midst of falling- you remember that you have wings.
I feel this presence like the breeze thorugh my hair and the needle on my skin and a gun to my head....