DARLING NIECE, COULD I TAKE YOU UNDER AND OVER IN A CARRIAGE DRAWN FROM DEATH?
Darling child, may I take your bloodless hands and bathe them in pomegranates? Could I wrap my warmthless arms around your dainty shoulders and rest my head against that chest, never leaving, never moving?
Will you shiver from my dark eyes? Will you recoil from my frosted smile and refuse my carnivorous touch? Will you spit on my face in adorable putrid fury, punching and shoving and running?
Please don't. I'm not as bad as they say.
I'm the man in the shadows. I'm the foreboding wind of winter. I'm the eye of every hurricane and I am the ruler of the forgotten souls.
Don't cry, darling niece,
although we are different,
I still believe
that you are my one and only,
my saint to my sinner,
and that we have always been
half heaven half hell,
for all the world to see.
YOU ARE READING
GODLY • ✔️
Storie breviBecause maybe I like to trail my teeth on tips of collarbones to feel the flooding heartbeats of sinners and saints. A letter to the Greek Gods.