Slumped against the wall,
In just a second, my life had been flipped upside-down.
Wails from my sister as she gripped my shirt hard.
The tears staining like water drops on an oil painting.
Looking up from my now squatting position
I see the creature,
Tall, black, and winged, descending down to the track where it happened.
I remember,
Memories passing by at the speed of light,
I always thought that your memories only flew by,
When you yourself met Azrael
Yet here I am,
Blind to the world around me,
Trying desperately to cling to the memories of her
So the angel couldn’t take them away as well.
The tree our family protected had always bared five apples,
But now, one had fallen.
Dropping like a swallow, diving for it’s food.
The cold hard floor seemed almost comforting now. The flap of his wings, causing the tree to shake,
But the other four apples are firmly attached,
each connected to a thick branch,
Each still alive.
All rooted to the spot, unable to move.