A Fallen Angel
Heaven was crying that night;
when I first glimpsed her.
She was tattooed and painted
with mascara and scarlet lipstick.
And raindrops morphed into teardrops;
trickling down her youthful face.
Something about her was different;
she seemed out of place.
And in a shaky voice,
a fallen Angel propositioned me.
I saw the tears in her eyes
And my heart began to break;
she looked so scared.
Abandoned to the streets
she did what it took
to survive;
and I could not fault her.
She deserved my pity
not my condemnation;
for even Angels need to eat.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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