Angel

today

I saw the mind,

of a mindless

killer;

devoid,

bottomless;

he stood

in the supermarket,

looking at

ice cream cakes,

our eyes met,

and I felt

the emptiness,

the cold, heartless,

calculations;

I turned away;

last night,

I saw a wandering

angel,

lost and alone,

afraid

of what

he had become,

searching

for a way back

home;

I gave him ten bucks;

he said he’d pay me back,

but I know he never will.

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