Curtains moved from
forced air; staring at the window
she knew, she needed angel wings.
A television blasted
through empty walls: feet, cold,
skin breaking, stockings lost;
His fingers long and slender – his eyes
hurt, knowing she was watching, and
his body jerked as he walked.
Cold feet on a strangers bed –
She is an angel yet no one taught her
to fly, so she remained still, never
moved – closing her eyes she fell
off to sleep.
Someone told her he would lock doors
and take everything she needed to fly,
he was a madman, and there on a bed
lay a lifeless angel.
Everyone seemed polite, and the angel
trusted all, believing life is good.
It was something in his voice,
she told us, and his smile turned
his body to stone; a sick man, but
no one warned her about his change
She explained, “Even if my angel wings
had grown – I had no way to know
the way home. The air, below zero.