A paper angel lays silently in the dark as a bird perches on the end of her bed. He watches her in the light of the wild moon. He flaps his wings and a filligree of glass curls from his heart.
It cuts her shadow, red seeps into the cracks of the night.
She pulls the covers over her and tucks herself into dreams, her paper body moving softly under his breath.
Rubies collect in grace at her feet.