Speak

Oh, angel
you are sick
see now, your luminescence
tremors

you are sick, angel
she told you so
our god with breasts
who held us like a mother
‘in the war for faith, the victorious surrender—
strip your armor.’

oh, angel
you are shedding
you gnawed at your wings
remains of skeleton in your teeth

‘why don’t you floss?’

oh, angel
your mouth will rot
‘speak,’ she said
‘the way to not fear blood is to bleed’
give her your wrist

her knife is simple
and her hand gentle
she’ll count down
so you know
and ‘knowing is better’

this is better.

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