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.
(Free Verse)
Mar.9, 2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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