when i was a child/an angel fell into my bedroom/covered in eyes/
i din’t know anything about blood/beauty or/isolation/
but i knew about keeping birds/i took my scissors and/clipped all six of its/
wings
angel made no sound at all/all it did was stare with its body of eyes/
i had a very strong feeling that it/was trying to peel itself open/
such a desire to be flat and thin like paper/