the angel


were needle points

all bright blue irises

lit by the glow of a neon


her wings

were made of dark, stained-glass windows

and when she flew, glass cracked



was her sword’s name,

it was black as the stone

at al Ka’aba. (it was one of

the first)

when she

brought Something down like a bass drop

upon the clay, it split

all the atoms

to void

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