The Day I Became A God
The Day I Became A God1 min 215 1 min 215
“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.”