Angels


Tangled in a web of sleep, still, breathless.
Daylight slants his slumbered skin, eyes glued shut
Frantic women in white garments orbit his ghost
A widowed soul stands still as stone
She swoops down silently to grasp whats left
Her hands bear age, fragile, skeletal wrapped in memories

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