My Angel's infected

Evil attempts to wife good...

 

She was my stream of milk. My pavement glazed with honey. Though we were out of sync some time ago, I always viewed her as my Angel. I swear I have witnessed her feet leave earth's surface on numerous occasions. Possibly, me having her pinned up against the wall played a great deal in that. Well what about the Halo that consistently glowed above her head? No matter how hard she cried. Or the beautiful white Chanel bag she owns but was ruined by our bloodstained altercation? According to the traditional illiterate deacon, Angjas wont never leave ya ta fight hell foe death all alone...Regardless of the circumstance. Yet she did.

D****t I should have clipped her wings while she rested on the love seat delicately slumped over. She was high as the heavens, low as a casket drop. Oh s**t my stomach is at my throat due to that last line...I throw my hands up...It was the devil that raped her drink with two taps of his index finger, not me.

Though I am quick to put a ring around her eye, and hesitant to put a ring around her finger. I have good intentions. I am just a firm believer that angels shall not be tied down. They are more effective in space. Angels deserve to spread their wings; fly. Therefore her gown became one with the wind. Oh my, she vanished to never return. You know what, I deserved it. I continued to abuse her. Thinking the act of my Angel escaping was a myth. I was ignorant for assuming she had a paraplegic mindset. At one point I had her mental so distraught she began to believe that was her condition. Good thing I made her fix her wings in public, if not the whole world would know our situation.

I can recall our first encounter when I held my hand out to receive hers. Her innocence’s quickly introduced thy self before she said a word. I knew right then I had her. Mentally I began to develop a blue print for her destruction. In all honesty, my curiosity pushed me to attempt complete control. Tame this Angel. Face it. I did it. I owned her, an Angel!

Let me grab my text and highlight the key term here "owned"...Past tense...So technically I have not a thing to show for it during this present moment. How many men can say they have concurred something so pure though? Something so far beyond us…

Oh well, another cat across town has her now. I know all she wants is a man that can fly along side of her. Too bad I came equipped with a tail and horns, so I could not take flight even if I wanted to...Damn...Word is she still has not met the man she deserves. He turned out to be a bigger monster than I…Giving her something she can never get rid of. Hearing such breaking news shot a hole through my heart. The shell casings fell right below my feet. Causing me to slip and fall into tears. I must pick myself up! Society cannot remember me this way. Word cannot get to back to her that I care. Why should I?? That is her cervix not mines...But it was my Angel not his...Lord she's infected...

Reviews

[TheSweet]

Err, mixed feelings about this, while it was certainly abberant and intriguing, i'm not exactly sure of your aim or what I'm supposed to feel. It lacked a level of direction to what the author wants the reader to read - the whys and hows and whats. As a flowing experimental writing - it works well, though. Thanks for sharing.