one day she quit the angelic order , had her wings burned one too many times by heaven’s light. she up &. left. looked back on the pearly white gates &. ignored the cries of the heavens. ❝ you went to the store? did you pick up my pods? ❞ they ask over the faint sound of the fingers hitting the keys , files upon files were open on the screen. heaven was right , the world is a bitter place for those born holy.
( ❤ / @jngharu )













