i have insomnia. its name is castiel.

he turned away
and his eyes on the floor were full of
this obvious and forbidden compassion,
but semper fidelis means semper fidelis, brother,
so he stood at attention,

and when that bewildering remnant wandered in
to make him face his obvious and forbidden compassion,
he found his faith, all right, but
it turned into a mauvaise foi
and he had no choice

but to stare her down with eyes the color of heaven,
and this time he needed no lightning bolts
to manifest his wrath;
she was not struck but she was shaken
and in the end she was gone all the same.

when the light flickered on him, finally
he was able to let things (brotherhood, security, surety)
start slipping through the cracks in his face.
but at the meridian
he still looked heavenward to find that light

i hated the shadows falling on his face
and this is not the first time
i cringed at the blasphemy of angels' blood
but in the end it was his eyes that burned me;
i could not sleep because i was blind to anything else