Angel.

CW: yeah.. this is a vent piece more than anything, if you know about my writing, you know what to expect.

ripping out its eye from the socket, nothing but a void as light pours out of it akin to blood.
its heart pounds, like a drum, its breathing gets shaky as it tries to scream but no sound escapes.

only cruel silence.

the head pounds.

SCREAM
                SCREAM
                                      SCREAM

but nothing ever happens, does it?

trying to cover the empty eye, as if some cruel twist of fate, the other falls out of its own socket.
the static grows louder and louder, blood pouring out of its ears, as if God himself is judging it.

an unfit, filthy angel.

it tries to grab onto the sink before dropping to its knees and keeling over, clutching this head, no sounds escape.
clawing at the floor as a feeling rises in its back, its skin breaks and dark wings grow outwardly, the feeling of bones jutting outwardly, violently.
the wings extend and break the nearby mirror.
its back slowly bleeds.

the static rises in this head before exiting it, along with the blood that has pooled.

the bleeding stops as the nearest light breaks, a dark halo is formed above it, pulsing with its breathing and heartbeat, albeit highly cracked, as is its skin.


the mirror shattering draws attention, a knock on the door.
"Are you okay in there..?"
but no response.

"Hello??"

no response.

the body slowly gets up to its knees again, looking upwards.
a hand touches its cheek before the door swings open.

“Ma–?”
a silence falls over the world, as if an unspoken truth finally falls into place.
it looks at the person standing there, utterly in shock and panic.

                E
"     h                             P.  "
                         l

as if multiple voices try to speak at once, a plea for help, the only thing it can do.
the person only kneels down, wrapping their arms around them delicately, under its wings.
the world seems to pull away, but only a little.
time slows to a crawl as its body falls against theirs.

“It's okay.”
"are we in purgatory.. is this  j u d g m e n t .. ?

t..here's   s o  m u c h  n o i s e  – hard to tell who   w  e   are .."
once more, as if multiple voices overlap and talk at the same time, sometimes saying the same things or different ones.
'Shh.. just try to rest.."
closing its eyes.. the static and noise slowly fade, the only feeling is warmth.
its wings fold around the person, who lays their head against its hair.
a small bit of solace and serenity admist a shaking revelation.

"p.. p l e a s e  d o n' t   l e t  m e  g o ..."

"I won't."