
he knows she’s lying for his benefit,
knows that she couldn’t find the bullet
( since when are angel-blade bullets
a thing?! )
knows its been leeching his grace out
of him day by day as it creeps closer
& closer to the very core of his essence,
knows that his human body is feeling
the rot of infection that is causing it
to deteriorate along with him, knows
that this is quite possibly the worst
way for an angel to die …
vision throbs and ebbs, world spinning sickeningly,
& he r e e l s with the planet as it catapults from its
axis & spins off into space, & no, he will not be fine.