Go Lay With Your Fallen, Angel

Contributor: Hans D. Morgenlaufen

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Angel, you call me.
We flew together, yes.
Wing-to-wing
Until something forgotten
Caught your eye
Something fallen
Something sharp.

I tried to stop you
Tried even as you cut our wings
Scattered them to the sky
Red with bloodied feathers
White down of our innocence
Sticking to your hands.

Go lay with your fallen
Delight in his demons
His harsh dances
Drug-fueled and desirous
Of nothing more
Than the next rush
The next hate
The next low-brow high.

Go lay with your fallen
I'll splint my own wings
I'll find other skies to fly
Other hands to hold
Someone I can trust
To always stay aflight
Beside me.


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