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Angel Asphyxia

  • Anonymous #1
  • Jan 28, 2022
  • 1 min read



Slipping under

I reached my hands out; mercy-

Then laughed in despair


My halo, my dark crown

My rubbed-raw wrists

Fluttering white

The deep blue swallows the sun


Bloody heartstrings

Hang from your fingertips

They slide slowly out


Agonizingly dripping


A spiral of bright red rises

A cursed phoenix from the ashes

Disintegrating as it forms


The Angel spoke;


Repent

There is no one left to forgive


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