Of Aurochs and Angels - 9/9/21

I have known the sight of death, the sound

felt its nimble fingers trace their way along my ribcage

have known the scent of kindness

the sour taste of its rot in violent hands

I’ve dabbled in vengeance, lavender lips, the flecks of a long-forgotten love that still lingers in my subconscious spine

I can give you the blood of my demons, green-eyed devils, golden breezes with honeyed halos, fair-skinned nymphs with blooming bruises as blue as my tongue

Can offer you the venomed teeth of The Blue-Eyed Man who still haunts my childhood shadow

Their stain still etched on my russet cheek

I’ve bottled my fairies, my nightmares

my monstrous childhood daydreams that bloomed into delirium

I’ve remade them into something enchanting and alluring

much more livable than what I’ve been given

I can rewrite memories, rearrange the sense and the senses

I am an artisan of the most ancient kind

and as long as the blood still flows through my writing hand I can still talk to you from here, now as I am

now as I will always be

I write for the love of hollow hearts of bloodied hands of violet veins and filthy men with their lovely eyes in the gutter

I’ve crafted bodies from wilted flowers and poured in these words in place of blood

I know the touch of Venus because she is from me, of me, pulled from my delicate veins and myopic eyes

know decay because it’s buried in my tongue

I have not much to give but I can give you this

the Divine Eternal

Let me immortalize you in black ink and bloody teeth