Guardian Angels

By Lourdes Gonzales

The taste of satisfaction lingers in my mouth their sleep is ruined, their beds are empty, their minds are ours.

We steal and ruin, waiting for our lives to be better for them to be clever.

Angels we are, but it can’t be far. The mindless pitter-patter makes me wonder, do they need us when they’re under?

When they’re under, we protect, and they project, they project their feelings we are meant to guard, but we are far.

Their sleep fills the room like water, sad and gloomy. For we are taking them under, stealing them from their sleep, but I can’t help but take a peak.