breathing in the moon drunk faces
of mortals who tip their heads
up to the sky and
wish to live forever.
see it in their eyes:
the fleeting passage of time,
dying with every breath.
lives like stars,
birth and rebirth,
disappearing completely only to
be born again.
i worshiped the blood of angels
and the the holiness
shoved down my throat
didn't taste like
divinity,
it tasted like
ash and metal and
the weight of
a million sins
i didn't commit.
forever seems
so much longer
when their prayers sit
like weights
on your shoulders
and the ground you walk on
is called holy,
but it's really just ground.
