Angels

After days of rain finally the clouds broke and endless angels came pouring out of the blue sky.

They filled the world, yea, even the smallest corner. They filled it with interlocking wings. They filled it with transparent swords. They filled it with their pungent, ethereal bodies. They pressed everything to death and oil and dust.

The sky is completely clear now but the angels keep on coming. They come, until finally the Earth breaks like eggshell, spilling oceans of rapidly cooling magma into the cherub-belching void.