The Road To Perdition

She said she was a fallen angel. I partly believed it because the bar was closing and she looked anything but angelic. She had rust colored hair and a worn glow. I asked her; 'What are you doing, later.' She said; 'I am going to walk the road to Perdition.' I asked; 'What town is that in? ' I got her to smile. I told her I would give her a lift. I brought her to my place. She said nothing in the ride. I asked; 'What do you drink? ' She answered; 'Blood red wine.' I poured her some old merlot. I stroked her hair and kissed her. It was forced. I relaxed. She took off her blouse. She was bruised all over. I asked her where she got the bruises. She said; 'Michael gave them to me when he cast me out.' I thought, the archangel or a cruel boyfriend. I didn't press. She asked me to put on some music and then she danced for me, it was a kind of awkward teasing dance. I swallowed my drink. She was really quite pretty when you picked through all the hazards. She was completely naked now. I poured myself a double. I got up and danced with her. I stroked her back. I asked about her wings. She said; 'Life has stripped them and I can no longer fly.' I rolled a joint and got her high. That is the night I slept with a fallen angel. In the morning she would be walking the road to Perdition and I would be living in my house of ruin.