The Angels Who Beg to be Inside of Skin

I fell on my knees when the gaping silence filled with a mass pounding

Like a heartbeat, but coming from a brutalist building

Grey and a thousand stories high, scraping the ozone lair off the vault of heaven

My mouth fell open with dread, like blocks entering my chest

Because I knew the space was never empty,

Nor silent

That I could hear it,

See it,

Remember it,

And live it

But still forget

Like an angel dropped out of heaven forget to beg for sin

Yes, I stand here howling at air, knowing it is not air,

Knowing of the thing that is there

With all the angels watching,

Begging to be inside of skin,

I know they stand on the edges of high buildings

Reaching out below,

Crying and begging to know

How it is like being inside of skin

What is in the air?

Would you like to know?

Let me tell you something that might make you remember,

It sobs in unfathomable anger

For you,

Anger to avenge you

Let me tell you one more time,

If you have not grasped it quite yet,

Just to assure you

That is what I mean

The sobs, the fury

For only you

Only you