Dani A. Remlap

United States

~Eighteen~
-Writer
-Trying my best
-Hufflepuff
-Endlessly curious
-Self-proclaimed poet
-I just wanna help people
- Last year on WtW

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Divinity

October 24, 2019

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15
I met God at the corner of fifth and futility
At three twenty-seven on the morning I turned fifteen
We sat curbside and watched the stars fall and I remember-
I think I remember
Asking Him so many whys 
Pleading explanations from the one that should have the answers
He waved a lazy hand at me
Flesh and feather and hollow bone burst from my back
When you wake again the wings will be gone but you will feel them
I asked what I should do with my newfound limb and he laughed
It was the loneliest sound in the world
He laughed and told me to be careful, 
To get the know the ache settling between my shoulder blades

I met God at the corner of Fifth and Futility and
I found myself to be a back alley angel 
Dirty wings and sharp eyes 
God passes me a bottle and--let me tell you
Divinity isn’t smooth and sweet, it doesn’t glow softly in it’s warmth
You can’t swallow it and become holy
It’s sharp and blinding and, like holy water,
It burns your throat
God glanced over at me with a mirthless smile
It burns because you are unclean
Impurities burn and burn and burn
It’s stealing your humanity even as you swallow it--
Don’t drink too fast
I pass the bottle back 
I met God at the corner of Fifth and Futility
My heart laying on the blacktop, my ribs all cracked
Bitterness rolls around on my tongue the way my name used to
You are angry
You are a child 
But you will learn
Tonight you are an angel
Tonight you will learn to breathe flames
Tonight you are the patron of lost souls
Of those fallen through the cracks
The guardian of orphaned hearts and the needle pierced arms
אֲבֵדָה
Abedah
Lost

I was the angel at the corner of fifth and futility
Perhaps you met me there
Left a rosary, a flower, a needle at my feet
Pleading, praying
So small were the requests 
Oh, if I could’ve healed every ache
When the sun rose
God glanced up from his concrete curbside throne
I send you back to your humanity with the memory of this
Let you remember what hurt exists and what you may do to solve it
Do not pray for me to help them when I have sent you to complete that task
You are the angel at the corner of fifth and futility 
The angel of the lost and hurt and broken
The angel of the faithless
Protect them when you awake

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5 Comments
  • Dmoral

    :0 *slow applause*


    9 months ago
  • SophieY

    hi!! I can’t explain to you how much I love this writing...it feels so heartfelt and magnetic, I just love it. wow


    about 1 year ago
  • Tushar Mandhan

    So many different ideas in one piece! Amazing. Keep writing!


    about 1 year ago
  • hi i'm jackson ;)

    DUDE THIS IS AWESOME YOU SHOULD BE SOO PROUUUD
    AND IS THAT HEBREW??!?!??!? PERFECT!!!!! BECAUSE ANGELS ARE FROM CHRISTIANITY WHICH ORIGINATED FROM THE JEWS WHO WERE HEBREW!!!!


    about 1 year ago
  • Deleted User

    Woa, this is amazing! I love all the description just wow!


    about 1 year ago