the taste of perfection is still on the tongue

beauty was let out
again the wings stretched
the vision once more manifest

"you are the queen"
they told her

the city was only a days walk away
if you started at morning
and kept walking until that same time
the next day
you would arrive

so here is her trip
it is a long hard dejavu
she has had to go thru so much to get even here...

but this is her first hour soon,
she lies awake ceiling staring
deep into the night

thoughts racing
what of it this time,
it is dangerous
it could really be too soon
yet if not now then when?

"it must be now
or i am thru with this life"
she said

tired of imperfection
disgusted by the feasted flesh
worn thru
she slept eventually
and when she wakes
it begins

what will those 24
hours hold