Angel's Sanctuary

  “Mama, look, look, a man and his Dog” Me? A dog? “Why did they put a muzzle on you?” Because I bite. “ But why?” I don’t know. I just did. I bite those I hate I bite those I love I bite those I care about I bite those I despise “Mama, look, look, a man with a wounded hand.” It’s my fault, isn’t it? I look at him Searching for comfort. “Why did you bite him?” Because he has given me love, Because he has given me comfort, Because he has given me a home. “Mama, look, look, an abandoned dog,” Do I look so lonely? “You do look lonely. Where is your owner?” I bit him, and he stopped loving me. Would I live to regret it? Why did I bite? I don’t know. I never know. I just did. Like I always do.

"Today we will run away ,” You said with the sun on your face, “before your father finds us,” I will never trust your words again, and I will never know the ingredients for future recipes. The kitchen was now a burnt-down mess, and I am the one to blame.       I am       I am   the one to blame. Why not you? Why not father? Why not God? I love humans too much that I forgot how to worship Him, and now He punishes me, But… Have I ever deserved to be a part of you? Have I ever deserved to call your name? Have I ever deserved to hold your body? In my dreams, I can find your shadow, imagination, illusion, dream. I saw you hang your neck, shoot your head, poison your body. “Don't do that again, please.” "Goodbye." Now I can only write you letters with a cheap pen, with ink that fades quickly on paper. Everything is written by me. Everything is written for you. “You know I love you like the moo...

The station vibrated with sounds that felt older than time—metal creaking, wheels gathering their strength, whistles echoing like wounds that would never heal. I clutched tightly to a ticket I never bought, a journey I would never take. You sat beside me on one of the empty benches, talking about the past you found amusing. Things are so simple yet able to bring to life days gone by. “Do you remember,” you said in a voice that would always be familiar to my ears, “when I first told you I was going to visit you here and you sounded so excited over the phone?” “Of course I remember,” I said, resting my head on your shoulder. You smiled a small smile, a smile that never quite ended, like the twilight sky hesitantly closing its curtains. The sound of the train in the distance grew clearer, each thump of wheels on the tracks sounding like the unstoppable ticking of an hourglass. I close my eyes for a moment, letting your shoulder be an anchor that keeps my body from drifting away in fear. I...

The world ends in silence, my dear. There were no screams, no explosions. It was all over. Now all that remained was a silent companion. With a gentle breeze caressing my head, telling me that everything would pass. The red sky overhead enjoyed the silence in solace, staring down at the earth below. In my hand, I held a letter that never reached you. A string of words written by a dying heart, murdered by the giver of life. The letter felt heavy in my palm, as if the paper absorbed the remnants of my choked breath. This world will pass away, and so will you, my dear. But why is it so hard for me to accept all of this? When my brain tries to reason, my heart rebels—a sweet, destructive confusion. When reality cannot be willingly welcomed, denial knocks at the front door. The longing is like a subtle vibration that refuses to be extinguished; it creeps from my fingertips to my bones, demanding something that cannot be returned. On my desk, I still keep the flower you once gave me. Now de...