Rene Farias

Description

Last night, something with wings knelt at the edge of my sleep.
Not holy.
Not merciful.

It pressed its weight against my ribs
and whispered in a voice that felt too familiar.

This was one of the first watercolors I painted
when I was still learning how to let water bleed into shadow,
how to let flesh hold light without asking for redemption.

I didn’t repaint it.
I returned to it.

Deepened the dark.
Sharpened the silence.
Let the nightmare breathe.

Some angels don’t descend to save you.
Some only come to remind you
what you carry inside.

Watercolor on paper.