wreckage

She has disappeared and no one will speak of it.
The wreckage
Her heels used to make as she escalated into the future.
Shattering another glass ceiling.
My sudden invisible was spoiled. Laws started bending,
Light into fog and back again.
The green has begun to mask its color and was subversive.
Its time to go back home she says she
supersedes velvet in what aura she gains by clapping hands.
she has disappeared and no one will speak of it.