No More Angels

*Throwing a temper tantrum*

I don’t want any more angels

I don’t want any more memorials

We want to live

*Crying and whimpering*

I’m really starting to get scared

I could be the next one

What if I forget to signal when I’m driving?

What if my nose twitches

From an itch

And someone thinks I’m

looking at them funny?

What if I go out drinking…

*Yawning from the tiredness

of crying so hard*

And I get sleepy?

*With wide, scared eyes and a throat dry from screaming*

Should I not go out to bars anymore?

Should I continue to quarantine

after they find a vaccine?

I don’t want to go outside anymore

I’d rather die of anonymity

Than for anyone to say my name

*Petulant*

I don’t understand

God calling home so many children

If that’s what She’s doing

There is no sense to this

*Beginning to calm, thoughts going to Oluwatoyin*

I didn’t know her personally

But she looked

And talked and wrote and acted

like someone

who would have been my friend

*Stubbornly, muttering under my breath*

How do you know if she was ready to be an angel?

Image credit: @broobs.psd