With both wings broken, an angel made of dust came up out of a quaking sea.
At the oceans edge, by living water, and a moon far wandering up in the arc of the sky, she wrote:
The taste and touch of stone are what all I’ve come to know. Wandering deep into the keep of love.
In a cave of water love opened my chest and took my heart and buried it. And for years I’ve wandered the dungeons.
I thought maybe I had died and this was hell, that I would wander these black caves forever. Searching for that part of me that I’ve learned to forgive.
Then in a stone room I gave up. I laid down listening to the dark, it was then that I heard it, it was my beating heart. And then I fell away.
She got up from her knees in the sand.
My eyes are gone forever, she said. Then she fell away to just a breath of her former self, and passed like an apparition into the wind.