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Touching BottomShe curled in a small, uncomfortable ball as the warm water of the bath washed over her bare skin.
She hated it.
Most humans, most girls, would feel at ease in such a situation, she knew. They would enjoy it as the water washed over their bodies, cleansing them. They would play in the bubbles perhaps. This would be a fun, yet very common, experience for them.
The white walls scared her; the scent of the not-real strawberry bubbles was sickening; the too-hot water made her think of drowning.
She wanted to go back to Heaven.
The human world was beautiful once. It had been very Heaven-like. The women and men both wore their hair long and beautiful, they all wore white robes, and they danced and played beautiful music.
Was it possible shed accidentally been sent somewhere else? Somewhere besides Earth?
No, the Holy Creator did not make mistakes.
A tear slipped down her cheek and she curled up tighter to hide her human body. Unlike humans, she did not have faith that angels w
Fallen From Grace"You want to turn a seveteen year old seraph?!" Leo roared and said seraph cringed behind the other side of the door, "Have you lost your god-forsaken mind?!"
The one Leo was yelling at just happened to be one of the ones he'd created himself and, despite the sheer idiocy of wanting to turn a high angel into a vampire, he still maintained that Mathieu was one of the few he did not regret turning.
"She's more than a-"
"She's a seventeen year old seraph and you can't dispute that, Mathieu!" Leo shouted, "What in god's name are you thinking?! What. In. God's. Name."
Mathieu pressed his hand to his temples trying to push the pain away from how many times God's name had been brought up in the conversation.
"Will you please stop saying that as like it doesn't hurt the rest of us?" Mathieu grumbled, "She's more than a seraph, if you'll hear me out."
Leo, seething with rage, nodded his head once.
"She's the woman I love." Mathieu said simply, "And I don't do this against her will, she's agreed
There Won't Always Be StarsDark things happen, baby
And there won't always be stars
Pin-points of light to disguise the night
You've got to let the dark be dark
Because some things never change
And there's nothing you can do
I can call you sweetie until the days are cold
Doesn't matter, you'll still grow old
Let me take all your words and stack them up
And I'll take some of that old glue
That you've had sitting on the shelf for about sixteen years
And I'll make me a box called "Past"
And I'll look into it every day
To never let you go away
Because January has come again to haunt you
I can see it does
See, watch sweetie, I knew he'd be
Hurting you some more
You can fall in love again you know
But, listen baby, he'll never go
MommyDark things happen, child
Just let them go
"But I wish she could have died
Some other night"
Or not at all
She didn't recognize you
Deep down in all that pain
You were the thought in the back of her head
The memory that played when she knew she was dead
I remembered what coffins look like
Three weeks ago
I remembered hers
I called her mommy before one
And every year since
You called her baby when you were in her bed
But you called her beloved when you kissed her head
And I laid a leaf in her cold hands when I walked away
Watch Out for Falling PeopleOne quick step and no way back
Going up not forwards
It's harder than I thought
Sixty feet as a matter of fact
To look over a bleeding city
With a camera in my hand
Telling myself this is what photographers do
Think of the ones that gave their lives
Ahh, but the outlaws don't understand
It's proof to them
No more no less
No beauty in it, just life sentences
Yes, don't forget the corpses
I'll try to keep them out of my head
While I'm going up, look down they said
I'll let the camera flash just once
Zoomed in close on a white church steeple
There should be a warning
Caution, watch out for falling people
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