His Wings

Aisha.

I walk calmly to Everette's office, I open the door slowly and I see him standing with his back to me, I smile sideways happy to know that he is at home, just when I decide to get closer he spreads his heavenly wings all of a sudden.

I am instantly breathless, they are so beautiful, they give off so much purity, so much perfection, I feel my eyes fill with tears without being able to avoid it, the feeling they provoke is superior to anything imaginable, I hear how he sighs and extends his arm upwards, in his hand he has a glass vial with a bright purple liquid, he drops it on his wings.

They begin to rot.

They slowly wither, the purple liquid eats away at them, the feathers turn black and disintegrate in a matter of seconds, Everette, who now holds his arms straight down remains immobile, the liquid stops working and I see how he is ready to pour more on her battered wings.

"What are you doing?!" I shriek, terrified to continue contemplating such a scenario.