Coal Spines

Angel is a terrible thing, not even human. Angels are hideous (they have so many eyes, sometimes, have you seen?) and vengeful. Calling you an angel would mean admitting you're better than me, a higher being, flawless and yet flawed. That's just it, don't you think? That's the point of perfection, because nobody is perfect just because they are, but because we make them. We compare them to something less worthy, to make them appear better.

I compare you to angels. You shine in a way they can't hope to achieve.