Where are you?
I search, and I see you surrounded
by flames—like a single dewdrop in a field of daisies.
Explosions sound and then you're everywhere.
Blood is on my face,
on my hands.
I scream so loud.

The moment I wake up
I am greeted by blooming white feathered wings.
An angel bursting with a blinding light
in the night.

And I think
of you,
of these hands
that killed you.