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The Day I Became A God

The Day I Became A God

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“I disown my mortality”


Tear it from my body

Until the blood that paints these temple steps 

Is nothing more than liquid gold.


Shed this tainted skin,

Breathe for the first time:

Heaven’s own star-fire, sea-salt winds, Petrichor.


This monthly blood on your bedsheets

Is one part ichor, one part hellfire. 

Caress my body with unholy touches

And steal me away to boundless skies. 


I am wanton and fierce and angry. 

You cannot cage me in with blood and salt. 

I am a lioness in gossamer gowns

And I will feast on prayers just as easily

As I do flesh. 


“I am not your sacrifice anymore.”


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