CHALLENGE
I CHALLENGED THE SUN AND SHE CURSED ME.
I stared into her eyes, her white light of the morning.
How I want to be sacred! How I want to be worshipped! What blasphemy, to desire the idol! I painted my heart in your blood and scratched it up and down the cliff face. I snapped veins and stole bone and created a sacrament to our failed promises. My eyes that had smiled once for you, smile again for the bloody organs within my body.