i don't believe in god or heaven or hell,
but i met an angel with
pink freckled cheeks
like rosy constellations
and a soul full of starlight.
she came to me in a time
of vacuous desolation;
a heart i thought would never flutter again
thrummed with life at the meeting point of
her healing touch and my barren carapace.
a body weathered with rust and void
now gleams in the light of her heavenly emanation.
the odious ghost of a girl i once knew,
metamorphosed by her savior.
