Fallen Angel by Kadin Gaviola

Girl bite your tongue,

his feelings are important. His thoughts, his being.

But-

Ah ah, when you bite your tongue,

and you will,

silence spreads all over

like scalding steam to steal your breath and sting your throat.

Yes.

Let him steal your breath, your speech,

that way it will be easier to shut your mouth

when he is talking.

To listen and do what you are told.

I have already learned this.

Gasp and give up.

They like pretty things that are accessories,

showcasing their success and power.

You are the pretty thing he gets.

You must know this.

It’s biblical for God’s sake!

Things like us you, use wings

to cover mouths,

to look away

in reverence of his existence.

You are to be faithful and subservient wholly to him.

Why can’t you get that?

You are stained glass panes in church windows,

sweet wine at service,

and an offering yourself.

Nothing without the purpose of exaltation.

What you have been told about your wings 

and the span they can reach is a lie.

“Your” wings don’t even belong to you.

I’m sure you know who they belong to.

So, bite your tongue and show some respect, 

he won’t owe you the same, just to be clear.

That would be absurd.

He will be your life and that is how it needs to be.

So he has your voice in a box

and your wings on display

in a trophy case to keep you still.

Growthless and under thumb.

Know that you are alone.

No one wants to hear that pathetic plea to be “free.”

I have already tried.

You are free.

He says you’re free.

Are you saying he is a liar?

I thought you loved him.

You did this to yourself, loveless little seraphim,

You belong on the ground.

You need him to hold the sun

Or it will fall on you and burn.

Those pretty wings can’t get tainted,

Then who would want such a grotesque you?

You don’t belong so far down there,

you know the place.

Where every fallen angel is in perpetual agony.

Trust me, this life is far from agony.

Only he can keep you from that fate,

Only he can save you.

You know what your purpose is, as I have laid it out before you.

To follow my lead into salvation.

His Angel

Hello, pretty feathers and glossy eyes,

You should smile more.

It would make me want to keep you,

Don’t you want that?

It’s the only thing you can do for me anyway.

You know I am it for you, right?

You are lucky that I keep you at all, that I provide.

You would be useless on your own!

What did your mother teach you?

I guess it wasn’t enough.