The dumpster shuddered. It began to rock back with a spastic motion, like a sick dog attempting to expel a rotten meal. The lids rattled and we could see a sickly light emanating from within. The metal seemed to momentarily ripple and expand and then it regained its shape and all became still. The air smelled of lilacs and bile, perfume and rot.
The lids exploded open. The angel had incarnated.