crystal flower

like shifting shadows moving across walls and space

I constantly reflect everything and everyone

daydreamers like to envision a new world

one where every cog in the machine does its job

we get tired of being the mirror

I go to therapy and dish it all out

Everything that's too personal to tell my sister,

Everything that's too serious to tell my Mother,

I dish it all out

my name is dove, but I am the Crow Queen.

these gashes have healed

and my title is all that I have conquered, and nothing more

the songbirds take care of me

I wear a crown of lilies instead of roses