Two wings splay out behind the Angel’s brilliant body, suspending it in the air. The air is stolen from my lungs as I take in the sheer amount of Eyes that adorn the feathers of these wings. They are littered with the slimy organs that have been haunting me and all of them turn to observe me. One moment They look like a pattern on a feather, not dissimilar to the way a peacock’s feathers look. The next, my stomach turns and I gag. The image of those Eyes weeping blood as They are splattered like oversized gushers catches me off guard.
