angels in hell

feathers … white, wafting wildly but singed … not from heaven, too near the sun but the fiery dungeon, deep … angelic and sinless, they came to save me to retrieve the hot brand of id that was bent akimbo - poison-piqued child’s heart craving the bright of darkness and the black of day sweet, godly seraphim and their intervention, divine pitied this poor fool enough to fend the flames below - to battle the minions of madness … I, dragged back, clawing scratching my sins in terra firma as they suffered me … defiled, lost and impaired to even touch me was an earthly corruption they had never known - a dark seed of debasement planted in their flesh … still … they came for the sad sake of this sordid jester - just an emancipation paying a price far beyond priceless burnt wings pressed upon the hot breath of hades embers licking their feet with exquisite pain as I was carried up … and out … but why? well … not for friendship not for redemption or cause not for love and not truth, certainly … it was, simply, for the sake of value - to give me WORTH and there was nothing absolutely, undeniably nothing that I needed … more. Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 28, 2024