Undetermined Certainty

a poem of aimless reference

Photo by Luis Del Río Camacho on Unsplash

Parched, torn, and fleeting to the brink of hell’s boundaries,

I was met by an Angel who only wanted to see me suffer,

The wrath of her vengeance trickled down my body in the form of blood, my blood,

She pierced me in the back with shards of broken glass,