Fallen angels and Noose-like halos

Hey wake up!

What the-!? Oh hey

what are you doing down here?

I fell.

You fell?

I fell and hurt myself pretty bad.

Lemme see.

I pull my halo down.
You watch as it slips around my shoulders.

A ring burns a mark into my flesh.

How long has it been like that?

For a while now, it hurts.

I bet. You bleed so pretty though.

I wish it would stop.

Even as I choke on your embers,
I still wanted to bring you back to me.
Except you hovered too high
Just out of my reach.

So you fell? 

Yes.

Who made you fall?

I did.

Who pushed you over the edge?

I swing my feet & advert my
eyes to the floor, bashfully

I did.

And now you are down here.

Is that a problem?

No, never a problem for me, m’dear.

I blush billowing smoke &

warmth from within.

But, why would you do such a thing
to yourself?

I didn’t want to feel any more
mouths that tasted too hollow to speak

half-truths & empty lies.

So I let my halo slip and let myself free-fall.

Okay. 

You extend yourself & sit up in your bed.  

Envelop & pull me in towards your silvery psyche.

You look tired, wanna lie down? 

Why are you being so nice?

Because I want to.

You turn your face into my nook to kiss
my burning flesh & cry on the blacken blisters. 

I don’t want to be a burden, I say.

Sweetheart, so far you’ve only been a burden to yourself.

Your words sting with burning honesty
I withdraw into myself.

Calm down and come lie down with me.

I don’t want burn you.

I wouldn’t mind if you did.

I step my bare-feet to the edge.

You pull your heathen ashen feathers
and presses it lightly into my skin.
I grip the marble sides of your bedpost

leaving behind scorch trails and soot as I

climb in.

I feel right in here.

You smile sadly with your eyes &
I sleepily blink mine.

I used to get really lonely, you know.

You did?

Yea.

And now you don’t?

You shake your head and more grey feathers fall.

Nope, not anymore I think.

What happened?

You finally decided to come down and

wake me up.