Harsh Light

no desc.

I am countless

peace-defying ripples of military waves, skin

stretched over cleansing darkness. Deep is the place

the evil goes to repent. This is the field of buried treasure.

My bare skin seduces storms. I've been bedded

by Thor. I am Eve drowning Adam. I'm the last

virgin w***e. I am Abel's sacred blood come full-circle,

for the lost to drink. I am their resting place.

And I swell with the music like an orchestra

of lupine phantoms at the harsh light of the moon.

Whole as one soul I am a broken mirror shard that serves

the scorching fires of the sun and her vanity. And these pearls,

they are my heart, and I wear them on my sleeve.

How would you have me dress?

Drown your majestic blood in the filth of the earth.

Soil your bright lunar face in the used charmin 

ultra soft of the parasitic divine. I'd smother

the sun. I would have you dressed in grey

and the tears of Alice, as it should be.

Cover yourself, shameful daughter.

My greedy, your blemishes.

My bitter, your intoxication.

My suicidal, your cancer.

And I'd have you cover your pearls, hide them

away forever, in the dark where the evil repent.