this morning #2208.

this morning, from the angle i was at, it appeared that the angels were totally mangled. a dozen cherubs rolling around on the ground at the bottom of the ravine. all twisted up. broken wings & such. i hadn’t seen what’d happened to them but, whatever it was, it couldn’t have been good. i looked around and, as the only human in the immediate area, found a trail & hurried down the hill to see if i could provide any aid. as i got closer, i could hear their moans. sounds of pain that were somehow still delightfully divine. the first one i reached was bleeding all over. struggling to breathe. i knelt down beside him. he looked up at me with desperate eyes. that’s when it hit me. these angels had fallen from the sky. i stood back up & walked away. left those dozen demons there to die.