Charred remains scathed with greed.
You were Adam to the demons that pranced about on my skin. You gave them names.
Then you were the poison that seeped from my pores.
You were the devil, poured scarlet sins into me.
You were God, turned your face away from my prayers.
This is what you took from me.
Tore through my throat and had my soul tangled into each of your fingers. Clawed into my womb and out crawled stillborns.. You fed on them.
Went between my legs and drank from my well, said you could give me worth in return. But you screwed your face up and spewed it into the dirt. You spewed me into the dust and sauntered off.
You stole healing from me, touched the hem of my robes and they crawled into me. Dipped into me seven times and you were cleansed of your leprosy. Now here I lay, defiled Cry Religion. Holy water frozen in my pores. Dried blood in my fingernails. Dark cloaking my irises. Teaching myself God and writing new scriptures on my skin. Now here I lay .. Holy water.. My soul feeding on the incense. Now I writhe in the fiery abyss of blasphemers. This is Winter. This is hell and this is God.
Winter
