I found her working a city street.
I stopped.
I asked her price.
She responded; "Salvation."
I liked this one.
I laughed and told her to get in.
She asked; "Who are you? "
I said; "Michael."
She asked; "The Archangel? "
I smiled and said; "Yes! "
I was full of vengeance.
I moved her in with me.
She did not object.
I wouldn't have to go out
looking every night.
She was like tarnished bronze,
something shiny under there
but heavily layered.
She just needed to be stripped.
I was very good with my hands.
Her eyes were quiet blue,
deep and mesmerizing.
Her skin a pale milky white.
She had two long scars on her back.
When I queried, She said;
"Once I had wings."
I brought her down to earth.
I don't remember when I started hitting her.
It's not something a man writes down.
He doesn't know the hurt
until he sees her the next morning.
I swore it would not happen again.
We both knew it was a lie.
She never put up her hands.
That was the strange part.
She accepted every blow.
When I asked about it.
She said; "I need to suffer to be purged."
I never stopped purging.
She told me her name was, Fallen Angel.
I asked, "Did your parents give you that name? "
She said; "I left my place in heaven.
I was attracted by the ways of the flesh."
I asked her; "Do you like what you found? "
When I wearied of her I cast her out.
She asked; "Where will I go? "
I told her; "Walk the road to perdition."