Zhenya Tryp Poet Free verse

When I got to be an Angel

My body got cold with no trapped soul
Its limbs lying still on the kitchen floor 
Under the window that was next fixed 
Icy whips whip against my even colder skin
But I never felt as warm 
As when I got to be an Angel

Corpse gets uglier with the days passing 
Its smell travels through the town 
No one calls me, no one rings the doorbell 

As my body is now moldy 
But I never felt as free 
As when I got to be an Angel

The room gets taken over by crawling bugs and maggots 
Their meal is my heart 
But I never felt as good 
As when my heart was consumed 
To never be alone again, never feel myself soaked in cold sweat

All that's left of me are teeth and bones 
My skin turned into mud of blood and meat 
I am rotten 
But I never felt as clean 
As when I got to be an Angel

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