Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXXXII
Fall from Grace. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
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Fallen Angel
Vile venom veers through his veins
like velvet.
Temptation taunted,
torments responded.
The damned drowns in
simmering sulfur.
It sears and scorches the skin that sizzles,
splits.
He spits, as pale plumes blacken.
Racked with pain he
cries,
croaks,
chokes.
His hopes for heaven vaporize as the vile venom veers through his veins
like velvet.