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Jul 2014
An angel
wrapped in gauze.
Lying still
on coarse,
unmoved sheets.

tender skin
pulled tight
over blood
and bone
by taut stitches
pierced through
the wreckage.
My angel.

by colour,
bright flowers
that fill the room
with a sweet odour
as they die.
I tell myself
that I can't
smell her too.

The sun
streaming in
through the window
is too hot,
but she shivers.
Now and then.
Her eyes,
so bright
when she looks
at me.

I touch her hair,
and whisper
in her ear.

An angel
wrapped in gauze
prays to a god
she's never seen.

I hold her hand,
long after she's let go.
Michael Solc
Written by
Michael Solc
     Poetic T, Francie Lynch, Sjr1000, ---, Tif and 19 others
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