An Angel to Me

An Angel to Me

I find you strewn across a chair in the center of a great room with stone walls. Through the window I see firey hail pouring outside.

The floor is covered in shards of the mirror you shattered. Your hands are bloodied and eyes unfocused. Your wings have been tattered and seared from the fires outside

The glass cuts my feet as I come to you.

I watch your chest heave breaths labored with pain. I curl up beside you and spread my hands across your skin.

All I can do is uncork my aching heart and pour it into you;

I pray to every god there is that you drink it deeply into your bones.