mouth:

I ate you whole.

Your blood the wine, your body the bread. 

I nourished myself within.

Everyday at the trough that was your altar.

I’d committed every sin against the self.

You could find tyrants kinder to their subjects

than I was to myself.

Flagellated for an ounce of desire,

the demon would have it’s pound of flesh.

Thirty coins of silver for Judas as well.

Every betrayal has its price.

Every lie tastes of ash on the tongue.

A promise of the poison you’ve imbibed.

Lessons learned watching powerful men

laid low by their own wickedness.

I hope the fang marks one day fade from your skin.

Maybe then you’ll understand what a mouth

is for.

I understood as the ink dripped off my pen.

Stripped of divinity, laid bare.

I saw you as a crooked smile.