Every Girl Should Have a Poem Written for Her (5)


A____ “M____” Anon

on angel wings she swept in
with the only true prayers
i’ve ever said
to hold me in my fear
my shivering rage
rattling the cross on her heart
swelling me out
adrenaline and clawed fingers—
a monster, i was
a Fenrir
made flesh
gilded in my memory
wrapping me tight
in her feathered fingers
pressing back the bulging veins
smoothing in the corded tendons
whispering away the gnashing fangs—


within the arms of this gentlest
the truest i had ever known
so softly, in silence
we prayed.

i cannot even remember the angel’s face.


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