Angel with the tattered wings.
N ext to the doorway to nowhere where things that frighten us dwell a golden beautiful angel sits resting from her trip to hell Arms crossed, stiff back, in her face...an undefined smile, sad for what she's seen, happy because she is there, her cut out jeans the only clue of what she was before she died. Behind her hides a horse, noble animal, picture of strength perhaps her guardian spirit while on earth still watching over her...a true friend. Someone or something broke her wings back when... Sign in to see full entry.