Kylie Johnson Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel

Kylie Johnson

I remember the daydreams of sitting on rooftops with my family. Laughing and snacking on popcorn as we mocked and jeered at the people who burned below. Cheering triumphantly as the world was brought to nothing but ash, waiting to be reborn by God’s glory.

This was our hopes, our dreams, our aspirations, our futures. I envied the woman transformed to salt, the woman who became frozen in time, when I realized this future was no longer mine. I begged, pleaded even, “My Lord! Please let me on your ark! Do not separate me with the sinners!”

My prayers fell on deaf ears. All I could do was pray for a silent, painless death. This became my new hope, my new dream, my new aspiration, my new future. A pity death, at the hands of Jehovah.