absolution.

it can be over quickly.

now leave it all on the altar
in the silent church of grief
in the delirium of sin and retribution.
this is all i know.
i miss the taste of your salt sweat
the sacred poison of your devastation
the kiss of anarchy in your bed.

your body, a topology of scars
the heat of your fingertips, the extinction burst
of dying galaxies in your blood
you, a rebellion.

my heart is a wasteland.

i will tear you apart.

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