Heaven’s Fall (Fall 2021)

Heaven’s Fall (all), Oct. 5, 2021

Ink, watercolor, gel pen, acrylic gesso on paper




Heaven’s Fall ~ Dove, Oct. 5, 2021

20 x 15 in.

Ink, watercolor, gel pen, acrylic gesso on paper
Heaven’s Fall ~ Angel, Oct. 5, 2021

20 x 15 in.

Ink, watercolor, gel pen, acrylic gesso on paper
Heaven’s Fall ~ Wine, Oct. 5, 2021

20 x 15 in.

Ink, watercolor, gel pen, acrylic gesso on paper


Heaven’s Fall ~ Flesh, Oct. 5, 2021

Ink, watercolor, gel pen, ink pen, bubble wrap, hot glue, tissue, lace paper, ground coffee on paper



Heaven’s Fall (Poem)


[redacted]

When angels fall, they fall from grace [redacted]

From glory, to fall from Heaven is the fall from gold.

Gold and Glory to Dirt and Death

Heaven has exorcised me from its gates,

Banished me from flying colors to pits of muted grey.

I fall into an open grave, I fall to pieces.

Angels

We are beasts that feast on the flesh of man,

[redacted] On those that perceive us [redacted] benevolent and holy.

We feed like ravenous, flesh eating centipedes and maggots.

[redacted] Beings of God's mercy and grace

But we are no such thing.

Beings who [redacted] guide the lost

And pray on the faithful,

We are watchers of Heaven,

Figments of purity; apparitions of virtue

But forget not, we were once human

Sinful

[redacted] White wings and black lies



My skull [redacted] splits as I hit the basement floor.

A hole [redacted] forms [redacted]

[redacted] and I feel the cold grime against my skin.

Black and blue; bloodied

Marred by hungry insects, mushrooms seek comfort in the warmth.

I feel [redacted] fingers dig into brain matter

And the gaping hole grows larger, cracks unravel into disorder.


Then, the phantoms crawl inside the spilled

cavity of my head

Burrowing deep like a starved centipede.

This is my punishment, this is my repentance,

My penance

They shall pass judgement on me,

And the body shall lie in

Matrimony to the soil.

Birthing life from death and decay,

Willows weep over man's burial, "In your death,

I am reborn" speaks the hollow bark.

[redacted] Spring's blossom wilts into winter's gloom.

The earth's warmth [redacted] is pillaged and extinguished into cold, icy fire; snow

Frozen

Green rots into white.


As I fall, my flesh is burned in the river's damned

My skin boils and bubbles

[redacted] Beet red, my body screams with infection.

Flesh becomes a honeycomb; puss oozes like golden honey.

And yellow bleeds into red.

Bloodletting

Bitter and Sweet. Blood to Wine.

I drink the sweet wine, my face inflamed, tipsy,

Medicine for the perished.




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