love is heresy
i whispered once, clinging onto the broken images atop a pedestal i built with my own ribcage.
love is heresy
i remember thinking, worshipping your skin with a hunger so vile, it could only be malignant.
love is heresy
i laughed, baying at the moon, claws pulling your flesh closer to my jaw, partaking in holy communion.
love is heresy
i cried, fist closed around a rosary bead, around my own neck, gasping for air between every please and every amen.
love is heresy
i denied, teeth bared against shields bearing the cross, hands bearing the torch, mouthes bearing the thought.
love is heresy
i grieve, eyes bloodshot scrambling through every book and every bible known to man, searching forgiveness.
love is heresy
i pray, knees bleeding, blowing out candles that are now far too cold and far too dark to mean anything.
love is heresy
i retch, spitting hymns and verses and pleas and omens and curses and sins at the cross you nailed me to.
love is heresy
i whisper now, clinging onto the broken images atop a pedestal i once built with my own ribcage.
god, let me not love again.
