I spoke with your god
Of what I gave
Of what you took
My anemic veins splayed
Life pouring into you
Splashing in your mouth
Sticky in your pores
A special blend
Slow to coagulate
Fresher, longer
Bottomless vessel, you lapped it up
Unworthy
That's okay. You keep it. You need it.
I always make more.
Empty, cold silence, refused
That was too much.
On your knees, did you pray for me?
What did you ask for?
I spoke with your god,
Asked it to take you back,
Extract every bit of you from me.
I didn’t deserve this.
My penance was paid tenfold.
-Melissa Donley