Suffocation Under the Eyes of God

An angel stands in my room

I am pressed against his chest, uncomfortably close

His wings seem to snake around and suck up all the air

All the space in the room

I cannot breathe for the feathers in my mouth

And I cannot tell if his outline is human or something worse

His mouth is clear and wide and smiling

His eyes blurred away

Like someone censored the best part

“Why are you here?” I ask.

“You fool,” he responds

“Shouldn’t you already know?”