Lost Angel.

I slept in a blanket in the moon last night. We talked of summer, of it being lilac season and the sweet smell of jasmine that curls around the gate. I stayed tucked in my favourite crater, where the night light flickers and the crust is soft underneath.

We got quite close to the earth, we hung over the basin of my favourite city and I dangled my feet over the edge. The warm air blew angels up to us,  they sat pulling the dust out of my heart.

We sailed on to the east and I got out just before dawn. The moon tipped me in through my window,

I got into bed,

Glass wings lay shattered on my floor.


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