Immortal

I wanted to make her immortal from clay, to prevent her body from sagging. I shaped two eyes, maneuvered until I achieved the face, sucked for the breasts, and when I believed her finished and mortal, I attached the wings of Blake's angel, the heart of E. Dickinson's angel, and transfused her with the blood and the endless fall from death to death that Huidobro cried out to me, of the angel who came blind and lost.

Then the angel-Mary awoke and stained the gray sky with her wingbeats and filled bodies with her celestial fluid.

To @wakeupkitty, @solperez y @blessedlife

Image created by me using a prompt in Grok.