I look up into

the sky as the

heavy white gate

slams behind me

and the bright

light disappears

behind the clouds.

The wind is hurting

my chest as I

try to flap my wings

in desperation.

I eventually come

face to face

with the hard black pavement;

scaring many pedestrians

around me as

they take out their

phones to put it on

social media.

Gasps and 9-1-1 calls

fill the street;

my eyes struggle

to keep their focus.

I begin bouncing

in and out

of consciousness as

a young woman

with bright blue eyes

and blonde hair

rushes onto the

busy street;

looks down at me

with panic in her eyes.

Not knowing I was

soaked in a pool of

blood leaking from

my brain and stomach,

I smile, the crimson-

colored blood rushing

in between my teeth.

"This isn't a great

first impression is it?"

I say jokingly.

She lies my head

on her lap and

looks down at me

giving a faint smile,

at a loss for words.

She speaks in a

soft subtle voice,

asking my name.

"Saint Michael", I reply

coughing up blood.

"Michael, it'll all be okay,

just keep your eyes open;

stay with me.

I'm a licensed registered nurse.

I'm here to help

until the ambulance arrives."

She pushes into my side

and a sharp pain rushes

up my spinal cord as

I holler in agonizing pain.

My halo is dented,

ribs broken;

my wings are torn and battered.

Every breath feels like

I'm being stabbed in the stomach.

She can't believe what

she is witnessing.

It's not everyday that

you see a fallen angel

sprawled out across the

busy Manhattan Street

fighting for his life.

Sirens screech through

the overwhelming

crowd of pedestrians.

His stare focuses

into the dark blue sky,

looking at

where he had fallen from.

His halo darkens;

he takes his last breath

inhaling through his nose.

Everything darkens

around him and

he scares awake.

"That's odd,

I haven't been to earth

in over 500 years", I say

with a confused look on my face.

The smell of

bacon coming from the

spotless white kitchen;

laughter of children

playing in the

freshly mowed lawn

echo throughout

my white furnished room.

A sense of relief floods

my body as I roll off

the bed and get ready

for breakfast.

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4:01 PM

3/24/20

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