“Daring Today, Aren’t We?” by Wyatt Hawk

I saw an angel

Didn't treat him well

Backing off for his comfort

He left after I fell

Hell is not a nice place

The sheets haven't been changed

He was just fragile

Frantic pacing in my cage

Sage and bay leaves smoke

In attempts to help mangle

My heart to a subtle state

I saw an angel

“As if that statement carries any weight.”