God came to her in a din of voices. One amongst millions. She still heard him. Try on those bullets. Wear your monsters. No one knows you better.
The vacant numbers. The broken clock. The moist pillow. As she pretends to sleep on it. The soft dolls. With arms made of clay. Still holding on/ As heaven begins to forget.
Eager angels. And their heavy wings.
God comes to her. Often. and without remorse. She watches him. As he paces in his nightgown. She wonders. How close he is. To knowing us.
He dips his arrows in poison. He tests his bow for trueness. He hunts just as any animal does. Sniffing out the weakest.
She runs. But he runs faster. She stops. He doesn't wait.
She sees him. He doesn't see her.