prophet
/'präfet/
nounI. it's not just bloody mouth and shaking hands. it's not just stomach aches or dripping sweat or burning with fever from heaven's glow. you found another pile of dead locusts on the back porch, their small bodies glistening in the silver moonlight. you blacked out and woke up standing in the river again, your arms covered in ballpoint runes and all the rocks painted with hósanna, hósanna in your own blood. you kissed a boy, he had nightmares of cities falling into the sea for weeks.
II. when you were little you liked to dream about meeting an angel, their soft white tunic, their soft eyes, their soft molten gold halo. but michael has wings made of barbed wire and a halo of starfire and his lightning-strike voice makes cracks in your bedroom mirror every time he visits.
III. they call you proclaimer. god's holiness lives deep inside you like a sword in the gut. yours are rattled bones.
"if the moon smiled, she would resemble you. you leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating."-sylvia plath 'the rival'
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𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐓 ━ percy jackson
Fanfiction𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐓 | "you really should take better care of yourself, star child" percy jackson x oc [the lightning thief - the titan's curse] book. 1 of the GREEK TRAGEDIES series