I am surrounded by white
walls, they smell like
cleaning supplies.
An angel sits at a desk,
phones ring,
they sound like chaos.
I have been standing here
for two years.
I still have not approached
the angel.
For two years,
I swore she did not
exist.
Now I am ready
to tell her that
this cannot wait any longer
that I have finally died.
I am terrified at my
broken self.
My soul has been entering
and exiting by body for
days now.
I need to walk up to the
desk.
I need to save myself
from myself.
I knew there
was no god
all along.
And now,
I am gone.