Ⅰ
this evening a woman saw a painting of the devil in the sky
and it left her wandering if she was
half-alive or half-dead
she slowly noticed a tear in his eye
and if left her wandering if it was
okay to have sympathy for the devil
she noticed the piercing pain
in the ravenous way he twisted his furious vessel
like the green ivy
his anger and body warp filling the drenches of his tears
she noticed the static
horror
with which he clasped his hands
and it left her wondering if anyone else has ever felt such warth
Ⅱ
a few years later
she is now convinced
that every angel is bound
by tangled red wires to fall
(pushed by greed / killed by fate)
she learnt this lesson
when she tried to rearrange the red strings of reality
she attempted to see perfection in the mirror
a face in the soft milky moon
a painting in the sky
and place bloody wings on her back
(pushed by greed / killed by fate)
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Angels And Coffee | A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poetry and some prose, all written by me. If any of my writing is shared please credit me. Status : Not finished
