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Salvation
“Look at it sweetheart…
Have you ever seen anything
Quite like it?...”
I try to hide my face
Cower beneath my wings.
It doesn’t work
For my walls are made of glass—
And they’re everywhere at once.
Pointing—
Laughing—
Speaking…
“Does it DO anything?...”
A figure I have grown to hate—
Fear—
Steps closer
And bangs upon the walls—
I’m not satisfactory—
The customers are not happy…
My life is on the line.
I sigh.
My wings make a sound
Like crumbling paper
As I strain to open them.
Once so spacious—
Now my surroundings are cramped
And the ever-present tormentors
Touch the walls
As if they could catch a falling feather.
They should try the gift shop—
I’m sure they sell them there.
“None have succeed—
Though many try…
A reward to the one
Who can make her cry.”
And so the torture begins.
Although I’m weakened by their blows—
I cannot shed a tear.
The crowds are thinning out—
There’s better sights to see.
One man steps forward—
The last attempt of the day.
He smiles.
And I begin to shake
Feathers falling fast
Eyes wide in shock—
Terror—
Absolution.
He’s here.
He’s come.
Has my Father heard my prayers?...
My owner smiles
As my savior hands him the money—
He’d like to try this game.
He walks up and I smile…
“I love you”
Is all he says…
… And I begin to cry
Tears falling faster
A rain upon the feathers
Gathered at my feet.
My savior smiles and turns to my owner
Who stands staring in shock—
He wasn’t lying when he said
I haven’t cried before.
Business takes place—money exchanges hands
And blowing me a kiss…
My savior walks away.
… I am a dirty angel
An angel the demons have caught
I am a pet angel
Kept in a cage
And set on display
For the sinned to laugh and point at.
I have been denied salvation.
… There is nowhere left to hide.
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