You judged without knowing

(She got to you I know)

The prescient whispers

Made you fly up and go

You spoke aloud your truth

But fear crept in the night

You lashed and called her your monster

And absconded in utter fright

She is not your monster

She has no victim chemistry

But burgeoning and growing

The artist she will be

She thrives without bitch light

Wet or dry or day or night

Phoenix from the ashes

Gray with colored under flashes

Too dirty for your use

You seek the adoration

She seeks muse

Fill your eyes with crunchy plague

Eat up sickly sorrow like slime

Take away the viruses leg

Give back a piñata burst of time

All albatrosses will beg

Unto myself I will awake

Alas no time for them to take

A flight of feathers plastic and fake

Leaving only lightness in their wake