Broken Halos, Borrowed Wings

I stood breathless

as the fire burned in silence

from her stern and tearful eyes,

my heart assumed idol worship

was a blanket covering wounds,

too busy polishing my self manufactured halo

for noticing how the clothe

had snapped against her frail feathers.

 

When that gaze

carried razors that raked over my heart,

deep inside

the god I never was,

died.