I keep typing it into the search bar like it’s a prayer. heavenpov brutal — no autocorrect, no spaces, no shame.
I’ve been kind. I’ve swallowed my sharp edges until they cut my stomach from the inside. And from heaven’s POV? It still looks violent. Not the violence of fists — the violence of almost . Almost loved. Almost chosen. Almost saved. heavenpov brutal
— exit, stage left, into the static
From that angle, the brutality is the point. You see your own life like a stranger’s car crash. You slow down, but you don’t stop. I keep typing it into the search bar like it’s a prayer
Some nights, I think heaven isn’t clouds and harps. It’s a grainy CCTV feed from above. God’s dashcam. The angels aren’t singing — they’re taking notes. Subject failed mercy. Again. I’ve swallowed my sharp edges until they cut