An angel becomes nothing

She had fallen just minutes before , and already , she was becoming nothing. The silver of her eyes were now a steaming pool of gray , spilling out onto the pavement. Carelessly , the gray chased the other colors on the road , the feathery white of her skin , the icy pink of her lips. Her golden hair slowly became a puddle of yellow. Her body was spineless , at least it felt that way. It was like each limb she had was plastered to the earth. Feeling lost , alone , the fallen angel lied there , savoring the last bits of her true form. Soon , rain will come and be rid of her. Clinging onto her last thoughts that easily slipped away , red and blue dribbled down the corner of her mouth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He walked down the alley , ears trained on the pitter patter of hungry rats , when he spotted a run away tear. It was the color of silver and yellow , a perfect blend that pressed against his shoe. He knelt down , amazed at how the two colors seem to intwine around each other like vines. He dipped a fingertip into it and almost fell backwards when the colors asorbed into his skin instantly ,leaving behind a small stain. Curiousity nibbled at his brain , urging him to follow the thin stream of color. Like always , he shrugged and went with his gut. He stepped over gray and yellow puddles , then a new mixture was added. Snowy white and an icy pink. A white dress layed in a pool of white , purple , pink , gray , yellow. Slowly , the colors seeped into the fabric , spreading in diffrent ways. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. On the road was a beautifull painting of an angel. Her eyes were spilling silver , her skin snowy white , her lips pink , and she layed there helpless. The thing that bothered him though was that the stream he first followed was one of her arms , hands stretched out , unfinished fingers reaching for where I stood moments ago. I looked down at my shoe.The rest of her fingers were wrapped around my ankle