autumnangel

Cracked and torn this angels wings long hidden away. The world couldn\'t begin to imagine that such a plain creature could be an object of heaven, a tool of something higher. She has all religion though she does not attend church. The skies are her temple, the stars her cross. Day by day you may pass her thinking nothing more but if the sun is setting just right and you look into her eyes you can see the dawning of the glory of God. Sometimes when the night sky twinkles with jewels for just the blinking of an eye and the moon becomes covered with clouds she will be there next to you, though you wont see her. She is there, you can feel her in

A silent shiver scampers up Amy\'s spine, despite the hot bath water she is submerged in. Steam is rising up from the tub, dancing with the ebb and flow of the air. Her blue eyes stare forward, glassy - almost empty. If you were to look closer you could actually see her soul starting to slip away. Her finger tips wrinkled, forming tiny mazes leading to her hands. She runs her hands over and through her hair and over the yellowing bruises on her back, hidden away from anyone else\'s view. These bruises go much deeper than the skin, they put pain into the heart of her. Slowly dunking her head under the warm liquid, letting the water slip agai