Just Angels
BETWEEN sleep and waking up,
i felt the demon playing in my
skin.
THEN the angels picked me up,
and i felt the manic laughter
begine to fade, and me win.
BETWEEN sleep and waking up,
i smelled something burning,
maybe copper, or rust.
and then the angels picked
me up, and i felt the manic
laughter begine to fade, fade
into dust, still i was afraid,
so i prayed my way out, but
the next day,,,,
poem by David Gerardino
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