Dying Angle Poem by Tashi Coote

A slow shiver pours down my spine
The dark room illuminating softly
A light shaped as a women
hovered over me like an angel
She reaches and places her hand against the side of my face
Glittering tears flowing from her eyes...splashing off my cheek
It seemed as if each dropp made cuts into my skin
As blood appeared on my face
The light changed dimming allowing me to see a human being
She dropped on me... bloody dying
I couldn’t save her
I couldn’t move
I couldn’t speak
I just held her...crying
Then she opened her eyes quickly and screamed
'Are you just going to let me die!'