I Have Passed

I hear her

Sneeking like a saint

White washed walls she crept

Like an angel at an angle

Quite quiet

My mind flutters

She is moving/tasting /touching

My heart stops

She sees me

My wings open and fold

My wings break and bleed

Her eyes have passed

White walls absorb me

I have passed

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