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