poem: nephilim, pt. i

i gave the blood from my veins

to scrawl an unholy gospel on church walls

for i was the god of

your only religion. we burned the good book and kissed by the flames and all the truth we needed was knotted in the lines of my spine; in the flush of my lips and the curves of my thighs,

you saw your demise and

smiled.

t. bennett

 

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