Tattooed Tattered Wings

I saw an angel get a dove

tattooed behind her feeble ear.

She hummed a tune,

so as not to hear the needle tear.

Mascara smeared,

she cried black like the tat gun,

but sat still.

No fight or flight reaction--

just a distraction--

filling the void with her own voice.

Piercing predicted pitch;

she had no choice.

Strange... Needed pain

to have peace on her brain!

Olive trees stem

from the seeds in the rain.

Bleeding a vein,

praying for a seasonal change,

but she'll be left with nothing

once her demons are slain...