there was once a girl i knew, who died.
she became an angel,
draped in elegant yellow fabrics which clashed with her red hair that slithered down her back.
she wore pearls around her wrist,
had a set of rosy pink lips,
and a protruding collar bone
that jutted out farther than any other humans.  
and when it would rain,
she would come to me saying, "i'm fine. i will be fine."
and even though i wondered about the peculiar statement that night,
i knew she wasn't fine, because she loved it when it rained
and she couldn't touch only feel.  
and i wondered what that would be like,
when i reached heaven and became an angel.
so i started saying, "i'm fine. i will be fine."
because sometimes that's all we, angels, need.