Erase Me (If I'm so badly drawn)

She told the wet eyed boy he wasn't as good as everyone thought and pulled his halo down to his throat manipulating his crown into an eraser.

He reached deep inside for a breath, a sound, anything that could echo and heal. He bit his tongues.

The halo, now blackened began to collapse into a noose to strangle the fading creature. His wings went next, sulfur never having smelled so sweet.

The flames were warm but did not burn, nor steal skin, or feather.

The erasure of a falling angel is such a rare event.