Blood Covered Angels

Yeah this isn't really a poem, and its kind of crappy because I wrote it in 7th grade.

Blood Covered Angels

I open My eyes to be awaken by a piercing scream. It was a black winged angel, covered and dripping with blood. Every few seconds the loudest, most screeching scream was made. She screamed, “Help me! Help me please! Someone help me!” No one heard. So, she go up on her feet and up to a nearby mirror. The angel screamed in shock, tears streaming down her face. That Blood covered angel was me…

Reviews

[Hannah Morgan]

This is really good. Has a lot of depth and raises questions.
It has potential for expansion, leading up to the dark twist.
You may have a flare for the gothic.
Keep up the good work.