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Anger of Angels
by Sandy Hiss
She glared at me with hate
in her eyes. Black orbs
covering the white of burning
stars. I was melting.
Her alabaster skin glowed in
the candlelight, resembling a
death mask set on fire.
Crimson lips spilled insults,
the anger of angels apparent
in her crooked grin. A piece
of halo stuck between her teeth,
a souvenir she would deposit
in the bank for safekeeping.
I could feel the dark entity
drowning me from the inside.
My lungs filling with oceans
of tears cried long ago
by the fallen ones.
It was time to let go. Frail
fingers trembled in trepidation
as gold bands and diamond hearts
clinked against the fragments of
the past.
And with unconstrained hands,
I set the mirror face down.
Never looked back.TO COMMENT ON THIS POEM CLICK HERE
© Sandy Hiss
Sandy Hiss' poetry and fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in Cabaret New Angeles, Autographs, Eskimopie, Scorched Earth, Autumn Leaves, The Cat's Meow, Poet's Haven, True Poet, The Green Silk Journal, Ken*Again, Thick With Conviction, Fresh!, Bolts of Silk, Zone, KuPoZine, CC&D, Dance to Death, Defenestration, Zygote in my Coffee, Words-Myth, Falling Star Magazine, Stellar Showcase Journal, and Edifice Wrecked. Sandy resides in Wyoming with her two hyper children and Aquarian husband. She is also the editor of Flutter, an online poetry Magazine. Her first book of poetry, Ever Violet, by DN Publishing, will be out soon.