Skin & BonesA Poem by heyleltrigger warning: suicidethe angels in high places call down from their soft perch. they cup their hands and catch my tears as I fall down to earth. the angels in high places watch my soul burn thin. their cries and grief go unheard as I unwrap my skin. the angels in high places lift me up and take me home the pain that once controlled me
is left inside my bones. © 2016 heylelAuthor's Note
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