eyes dotted and teas crossed

11-14-18

he held me with hands soaked in shadows

offered me up to his God

and as i was deemed too pure for His liking

the shadow man trailed a long deep slit down my chest

welcoming the darkness in with a beckoning finger

my soft spoken body trembled violently in turn

tucked in the crook of his inky wings

once more he raised me into the beast of a night

the cruel wind knotting my hair and laughing in my face

there’s such a thing

He scolded my captor gently

as too dark

so he laced my bodice with a careful precision

and stained my lips with overripe berries

making me up like a child’s doll

this time he held me like a trophy

and with His approval

the breeze softened to a whisper

sweeping me along in its gentle current

and purring softly in my ear

the borogoves bowed clumsily as i cruised past

the man in the moon only nodded grimly

and i floated on

constellations shattering and rearranging to allow the wind and i through

and finally

i came to rest in His ethereal embrace

a cloth woven from starlight tucked in His collar

and another laying neatly across His lap

He fed with voracity

drinking in my naivety and eagerly slurping up my inhibitions

a conclusion so cold

a God so depraved

never in a million mortal years might we have guessed

Author's Note

it took me a long time to post it bc i wrote it in a weird style and i can't tell if i hate it or love it i think i hate it but idk i hate all my writing so ig it doesn't matter either way i'm still posting it