What level of yearning is this lol
I lick these wounds you left me
As memories, a memory, still like pond water in my mind
Slits line my back like angels wings
Left by the touch of the only god Iād ever worship
God rends, my necessary excommunication met with outside elation
I find it facinating how chemotherapy affects the body.
Hardly haughty any doctor can diagnose the dichotomy.
A blade slashes away at flesh in the name of fixing, hacks away to heal.
Poison atoms rip away skin outside and in,
And somehow cure a malady, yet leave scarred evidence
Who knew the spilling of blood
you endure with loving eyes measured and cool
Would prove a vital tool, cold and glinting,
a scalpel cutting out the parts of you entombed within me, and I you.
Let the rot train track through my veins
Iād lose my brains, distracting pain nothing new to me from June to may, to newer days if you could play,
Inside my mind, like every day,
Iād fall again, sword can penetrate, it can break my skin, Iād still celebrate
Iād fall on your blade with blessed baying lips lay a kiss upon your feet
Iād slam ambling, be grand
In joy before you, restore you to your throne in my bleeding chest
My sweetest suicide and sin
Id lay upon the guillotine, the cutting board, the floor
Cursed blade, love sinner, me,
Your love, unclean, your whore
My god your love is a sword I fall on with grinning lips
bringing praises unto Adonai from between your thighs.
And I wonāt stop the bleeding
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