Whispering in the Dark

A dream.

Something more.

Communication.

The angel,

Whispering

In the dark.

"Are you happy

The girl is gone?"

I could not respond

From my lips,

As they were

Locked

With a force

Only dreams

Could designate.

The angel read my eyes.

Turning away,

She choked on a sob.

Then she ran,

Her honey-colored hair

Whipping

Behind her,

Until I couldn't

Even see

Her shadow.

The End

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