Two angels

trapped in glass

hang above

my bed of brass.

I look at them
...and realize
they have listened to
my every cry.
They've heard all my prayers for you,
yet bring nothing back
So, it’s time to try
another tact.
I’ll pack them tight
in a box tonight.
Because,
Those bitches mock my pain
and that shit 
just ain’t right.

.j.