she gave up god but kept the angels

those beautiful boys with dandelion hearts and delicate wrists

the ones who made her heart shed light even when it was sundered

the boys who kissed her hands when they bled with words

when she played the piano song and they danced around the evergreen trees only to be pricked by pine needle swords

their wounds all healed, every single one, but the scars are still there and they look like sun rooms and roses and spilled tea

she kissed their foreheads when the night came and they all fell from the sky, with an images of heaven reflecting in their eyes

they were all angels without the divine