gnashing teeth and broken wings
spilt blood reflecting heavens glow
a chilled sweat in the summer sun
golden ichor mixed with pitch tar
gleaming light and scarred horns
iridescence floating on acrid gasoline


you were the closest thing to holy i'd seen outside of church paintings
i was almost afraid to touch you with my dirtied hands
how was it that while i soiled you, you greeted me like a friend