I could eat god . This hollowing hunger inside of me . Beauty is in the eye of the beholder , a curse surely . Too beautiful. Devastatingy beautiful. The kind of beauty people fear , wailing their frustration and hatred , though louder still is the desire . as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. Coveted . Once you nearly choked on the Lord's blood- or was the blood yours? both violent and narcissistic in the burning .