An Angel With Broken Wings

Infected

I am spilled shimmer
starlight
cascading around fingertips
like the smallest
waterfall,
falling over the edge
of your forever.

...over,
under,
and in between
the blurred
ley lines
burned into your
flesh.
feverish,
you are infected by me,
taken ~~holy~~ wholly by me,
and the only cure
is the surrendering
of an angel.

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