The Day I Became A God

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.”