When I was a child I was deathly scared of angels,
I’d heard that they visit you shortly before your death,
So I imagined one standing at the end of my bed.
I understand that they’re supposed to be heavenly creatures sent to warn that your time is near,
But it felt like they brought the death with them.
What’s the difference between an angel and a ghost when it’s stood at the end of your bed in a white shroud?
As I lay in bed just now, I lifted up the outer corner of my curtain and watched it unfold like a wing,
The light was there behind.
And it reminded me.