Angel

an abstract description of falling in love

She watched as her whole world exploded into thousands of tiny colors, and they tingled against her skin.  She touched all of them as they expanded around the stars.  She was terrified and in awe.  Each time her finger made contact with one of the fiery streaks, a shock extended from the tip of her finger to her wrist before she pulled away, stunned that something so beautiful could be so cruel, but she wanted to touch it again, to experience the sensation one more time.  

The feeling sparkled and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and when she lingered too long, let it’s lips get too close, it snapped, tiny sharp fangs piercing her skin, forcing poison to rush through her veins.  She could feel every drop.  She liked the poison.  She was addicted to the poison.  The poison came from the sweet lips of an angel.  A fallen angel.  The angel of death, of darkness.  An electric collection of nerves, bundled under soft skin and a beautiful face.  

Author's Note

the most beautiful people can be the most tempting and the most dangerous, especially when you come to love them

image: "The Creation of Adam" by Michelangelo