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Below Zero

angel Below Zero
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;
what belonged
had disappeared.

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.

There was no way out – no walking,
no screaming – no strength to toss a
chair to break glass – so high from the
ground, and her wings never grew.
She prayed, let them sprout. . .

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
in personality.

She explained, “Even if my angel wings
had grown – I had no way to know
the way home.  The air, below zero.

Below Zero was last modified: December 26th, 2014 by Nancy Duci Denofio

2 Responses to "Below Zero"

  1. Sissy Pantelis  Saturday, October 12, 2013 at 12:14

    This is so beautiful! Thank you so much Nancy!!

  2. Nancy Duci Denofio  Saturday, November 30, 2013 at 18:09

    Sissy, I appreciate the time you have taken to read this – which as you can tell twists and turns within ones’ mind, and can be many things, but most of all it could be true in the light of many, and so be it, to help those trapped in many situations. Sincerely, Nancy


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