Clergy
I cried
in front of you,
like a sinner
before the clergy.
Your words
melted
on my tongue.
Sweet
and empty,
like cotton
candy.
For the life of me,
I can't
get the stick of sugar
off my lips:
it's making me
sick.
You're making me
sick.
Together
we were
gods.
Saviors;
flower pressed
and savage.
Radiating
quiet horror,
and black
rage.
We tore into
one another,
to find
our own
divinity.
Gutted
like a mine,
you found yours.
Leaving me to
bleed,
from the throne
to the clergy---
you found
Yours.
in front of you,
like a sinner
before the clergy.
Your words
melted
on my tongue.
Sweet
and empty,
like cotton
candy.
For the life of me,
I can't
get the stick of sugar
off my lips:
it's making me
sick.
You're making me
sick.
Together
we were
gods.
Saviors;
flower pressed
and savage.
Radiating
quiet horror,
and black
rage.
We tore into
one another,
to find
our own
divinity.
Gutted
like a mine,
you found yours.
Leaving me to
bleed,
from the throne
to the clergy---
you found
Yours.