by NAROÉ

 

I am not bitter I am venom

acid that breaks down his skin his bones

I entered through his rib

like syrup I pulse slowly through his veins

undulating up his spinal cord

 

once I held anger now I hold release

I hold his life breath stare

once his gaze pinned me down

his eyes now cannot find me

 

I am behind them

I am behind him

I am behind everything

I am your petty wrathful ancient small bursting just

just

god

 

I require sacrifices in blood

of the legs the breasts the womb

that so willingly exhumes

what has he given that he has not taken first

he has so much he is fit to burst

but I require offerings of blood

 

I am not bitter I am venom

and I swim through his veins