On angelic wings she will take flight
She willed herself into vapour until she was just air and spirit. She didn't need anything else but to return to the inside that was The Self. Her self herself. Without influence. The pure authentic. She would watch in pity as identical girls tied matching ribbons around their necks to cut off the vomit. To push it back down. Not her. She had to get it out. To take out everything that was impure inside her. To get to her core. She will glitterize it. Make it art. Make it sexy. She will sprout her angelic wings after the final frost. She will get so transparent she will glow in flight. She will leave this place below. She's moving to a higher level. She's outta here. Bye-bye baby.