Vapor

I have melted into vapor, and begun counting the drops of my heavy liquid soul as it splinters the picture so carefully drawn out in sidewalk chalk. I slowly gather them all, cradled like broken glass in bleeding hands. My wings have been pulled from my shoulders with claws; my skin will be rationed to feed for this cause. The sick and the weak rely upon me, the poor and the meek that struggle to see, the whispers and screams penetrate dreams leaving echoes of footprints behind my closed eyes. Despite my thick shell, I somehow can tell, that you my love, have never looked so immensely beautiful.