through a seraph’s hair.Each strand was sunshine;it’s aura was silkand had the frailty of porcelain rain.I straightened halos. She gave me her wingsand made me feel blessed,whole again, all becauseI once ran my hands through a seraph’s hair.
W-what were you expecting? I didn’t do something wrong, did I?
…Not what I expected, but I like it a whole lot better.