"Field of Death"
by Stephanie Smith
this place is a wasteland
for angels with glass wings
decrepit and shattered--demon angels
that fly through fields of death
this place is a haven of horrors
a grave of tired souls
where skin is a sacred illusion
and the life inside is left unknown
this place is a junkyard for dead minds
that crush their angel babies with their fists
it's just a craving they have
they've no tears of their own to shed
(published in Outer Darkness, Issue 13, 1997...Looking back I feel honored to have been published in such great small press 'zines as this alongside writers like the late Charlee Jacob. I miss her.)
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