Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

You are only a sinner once

Angel.
At my doorway,
Writhing in horrid pain.
No wings, just blood. No halo, just
Mournful whispers that shall haunt me daily.
She grabs my hand for help. I melt.
Her sheered off wings lay still.
I cannot help...
Angel.

12-21-10


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