An interesting contribution to the poetry prompt. I respect the anonymous part, but please tell me who you are! Other submissions are welcome!
Where angels confuse the term literal with its appropriate counterpart
Entrails of angels, spewing their insides to God.
As
in, I literally fell off my chair when I heard the news, or I literally
can't take this anymore. The winged things had "lost it" when God
called on them to give it to Him straight:
"What have they been doing down there?"
He boomed. (Cue thunder).
"You have no idea what so-and-so did today."
They would answer. And on and on, spewing
the news, good bad or otherwise. God's ears are large and angels' guts? Diaphanous tendrils.
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