Fallen Angel

Personal stuff is what inspired this one, please if you're really want to know just send a message to me and I'll just give you a vague idea of it.

   Hidden in the shadows, curled in a corner. A broken cherub, unable to fly. Arms wrapped tightly around his knees, pulling to his chest in fear he will literally fall apart. Bruises, boiling blood pulsing agonizingly slow and ticking the seconds away just as his life fades to nothing.

 

   Broken and bloody, refusing to let salt water seep from clouded eyes. A cold sweat dampening the long hair that hides his pale face. Heavy breathing, his lungs burning for oxygen they can't seem to get.His heart beating, echoing an inept pattern in his head. Fractured wings folded by his side. Once supple and white, now matted and caked with blood and filth. This fallen angel, terrified and alone. Crazy and hurt, blind to the world.

 

   A shadow, darker than dark, as clouds roll over the sky. A flash of garish light as a bolt hits the ground with a roll of thunder. Cold air, freezing the lost angel, chilling him to the core.

 

   He is trapped, bound to a world he doesn't belong in. Too weak to even move, yet too strong to shrink away. Hiding in the dark with a shattered heart, long beyond repair, long forgotten, his life ignored. Finally, the currupted angel breaks down. And as the rain begins to crash to the ground, so do his tears, 

Reviews

[Lillian Burrows]

Wow. I love the description and your imagery - it really brings to life an innocent little angel being crushed under the a cruel and unforgiving world. I can feel the emotion and the helplessness in this piece. Your variance in the sentence structure also brings a lot of the helplessness and despair into it as well - you've written this really, really well, so good job!

Hope things are going well for you now though.

Keep on writing!
Lillian Burrows

[Aerosol4Brains]

OMGOSH. In my head he is in this small grungy room, so tiny and broken and hooded in darkness in the corner of the room. A fetus looking angel. Melancholy and anguished. Yet despite his 'small' and 'broken' persona, the fact that rain begins as he cries seems to present the fact that despite this one fallen angel being small and broken, he is also the biggest thing in the world, as he has the power to make it rain, change the world outside. If yew get me? I could be totally off track here, but just know that this meant something to me at least, and I'd be glad to hear what inspired this piece.