can you see the angels too?
wings dipped in blood,
eyes sweet like a child's
did god curse you with eyes that
see more than they should?
hollowed-out cheeks and
hallowed lips
halos dimmed and tarnished and
hurt.
When your mother asks where
the burns on your hands are from
you remember the angels.
cigarette butts and
lighters, divinity that stinks of
nicotine and smoke
You scrawl prophecies in
sidewalk chalk, divinity
leaking from your lips
spilling on the warm cement
sizzling on asphalt
Cough syrup coating
old crusted wounds
there is divinity in thine eye
the angel's lips are cracked and
bleeding
you offer him, chapstick? and then
he's kissing your lips,
he's sucking you dry, and
this divinity is killing you