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summer meant everything to tyler. winter was fear, it was ice cold emptiness and the shadows that fogged his vision made his life miserable. but with summer came light, it came freedom from the toxic mediocrity of prison cell class rooms.
in summer , he could be home, with his windows open, letting the sounds of the night to pour into his room like warm honey and faerie songs. his mind would flood with beautiful delusions of angels, of holy glowing eyes, of the heavenly stardust that pumps through his veins and out his irises. the dreamy music of the evening would lure him outside, out his window, down the moss covered tree with an old tire swing, and into the forest. that's where he felt alive, his head swimming in the psychosis of flushing his pills. the sky a breeze bruised blue, long shadows of the trees melded into choruses of singing angels, adorned with hundreds of eyes and six pairs of wings. the heads of dogs, rabbits and lambs. they watch over him as he climb their limbs their legs and arms littered with golden scars, up, up, up, to the forest tops and allow the moon and stars to look down on him. there he would drown in the angels songs, let his body be bathed in holy light, the distant calls of the name he hates are muffled by miles of horizons full of headlights on a buzzing interstate. he dreams of following the forest, of becoming one with the earth and heaven. he prays that he will become an angel too.
summer days are so bright the eyes disappear, the angels songs are whispers and he's stuck in the clouds. the summer storms, the angels scream and cry, stuffing his body with scripture. he lays in the meadow, his dirty soul becomes baptized in the warm rain, skin soaking and dripping. the eyes blink and strike down the angels that have disobeyed, splitting them down their spines, it's a reckoning, a cleansing. as the storm clears and the sky is a splattering of color, tyler breaths in the air soaked in angel blood and rotting earth. he sleeps.