I Touched an Angel Last Night

I touched an angel last night

“Tell me,” I said

“The only thing I fear is numb­ness,” she replied
“Force me. Take me. I need a demon tonight.”

“Make me feel.”

And I did

I tore at an angel last night

I trapped her against the wall
and light­ning leapt from my fin­gers to her skin

I tore strands of her hair with my fist
and she sub­mit­ted so gracefully

I tore screams from her lips with my kiss
and she sur­ren­dered so hungrily

I tore chunks of her flesh with my bite
and she cried so sweetly

I tore tears of emo­tion from her heart
and she was so dev­as­tat­ingly beautiful

I held an angel in my arms last night

“You are dif­fer­ent from every­one else,” she whispered

“I know,” I smiled and stroked her hair

I touched her
and drank her tears

I reached into her body
and into her heart

In my hands
she gasped for me
she shiv­ered for me
she screamed for me

And she cried for him

For him

I touched an angel last night
and she belongs elsewhere

But she will never for­get
the demon that touched her

And when she needs to feel again
I will return to tear at her body and her heart
in the night

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Dreamwalker December 28, 2009 at 12:13 PM

Aside from tearing chunks of her flesh (she only said it felt like I did), it is a true, albeit lyrical, account of last night. I learned of her existence last night, and I invaded her soul. And she showed me such indescribable beauty in her tears and her screams.

An angel will always be haunted by the memory of her own power and beauty at the hands of a demon, responding to his touch. Her very own magnificence will drive her back into the arms of the demon again and again. She can’t help it and neither can he, even though her devastating beauty burns his eyes and breaks his heart.

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