Red Angel Lost

She is a pale ghost

swathed in silk.

Apple-cheeked

Lips the color of blood

A complexion of milk

A smile of honey

She flies through the crowd

Effervescent, effortless

An angel, immaculate

Seen through the blurred glass rim

Of the champagne flute

She is a falling star that has burnt herself out.

The devil visits her

When the night turns quiet

And the champagne turns dark

Among the scattered bottles

Elaborate dresses

strewn on the floor

Pills click like pearls

Tears blur

Anger

Sadness

Heartbreak

Little by little, she

loses herself to him

In the haze of delirium and

Chanel No. 5

She is cracking under the porcelain skin

With a dangerous red-lipped smile

That can fool a sage

To guard the remnants of her heart

But who can see her?

Who can tell?

Even angels lie.

She pulls on the dress

And straps on the shoes

The music is starting

and

Maybe she can dance

This

One

Last

Time.

-Christina

(inspired by pictures below and Lana Del Rey's "Carmen")