maybe I could cry for you.
maybe I did.
you were the one who rebuilt me.
you were the one who ruined me.
you were the one who set the starscapes. ablaze.
my wings were shattering under the weight of both worlds,
tendons crystallizing,
blood screaming.
you broke the mold on my tar-black heart
with your dovetail fingertips.
into the sunrise, darling,
over a sky the color of your apricot eyes.
behind the clouds and constellations,
and in-between-blue-dawn hour
and somewhere in your lacework rib cage,
lies something so beautiful and pure
the heavens quake.
a cacophony of malcontent and jealousy.
yes, sweetheart, the angels - the true angels,
six ways to summon me, for I am a jealous god by keochke, literature
Literature
six ways to summon me, for I am a jealous god
i. scream my name in your local
cathedral.
feel the echo in your holy water
veins. swallow yellow stained glass -
the shattered haloes of archangels -
and hum hymns in your bleeding
throat.
ii. fill your mother's tupperware
with horse teeth and go to the town
square. rattle it like a screaming
pulse. revel in the concerned glances
of the church bake sale ladies.
only effective at 2 pm sharp.
iii. swim in the algae-ridden pond
in the center of town. drink.
feel the glide of seaweed between your
broken toes.
cut your soles on a faded pop can
buried in the muck.
feed your blood to the swans.
iv. choke on candy-colored pills
behind the
maybe I could cry for you.
maybe I did.
you were the one who rebuilt me.
you were the one who ruined me.
you were the one who set the starscapes. ablaze.
my wings were shattering under the weight of both worlds,
tendons crystallizing,
blood screaming.
you broke the mold on my tar-black heart
with your dovetail fingertips.
into the sunrise, darling,
over a sky the color of your apricot eyes.
behind the clouds and constellations,
and in-between-blue-dawn hour
and somewhere in your lacework rib cage,
lies something so beautiful and pure
the heavens quake.
a cacophony of malcontent and jealousy.
yes, sweetheart, the angels - the true angels,
six ways to summon me, for I am a jealous god by keochke, literature
Literature
six ways to summon me, for I am a jealous god
i. scream my name in your local
cathedral.
feel the echo in your holy water
veins. swallow yellow stained glass -
the shattered haloes of archangels -
and hum hymns in your bleeding
throat.
ii. fill your mother's tupperware
with horse teeth and go to the town
square. rattle it like a screaming
pulse. revel in the concerned glances
of the church bake sale ladies.
only effective at 2 pm sharp.
iii. swim in the algae-ridden pond
in the center of town. drink.
feel the glide of seaweed between your
broken toes.
cut your soles on a faded pop can
buried in the muck.
feed your blood to the swans.
iv. choke on candy-colored pills
behind the