caked in dirt & grime


i am an angel
wearing white panties &
a wife beater tank top,
screaming under the pure surface.

take a closer look
through the windows
to my soul where
red pain hides
in my dark pupils. he
says i have eyes like him,
but maybe he
just doesn't remember right.

my cracked & battered halo
rests atop blackened horns. it
has lost its will to float.

the mirror cracks in half.
one side shows
the angel in white. the other,
the devil caked in dirt & grime.

but i still don't know
which one i am.