18 Nov Belladonna, By Kaiya Mongrain
O thou art encompassing, goddess.
The gentle dips and rounded curves, the sharp divots and peeking arches became known
to my sorry, wandering hands.
Pillars of supple, freckled skin kissed delicately by sunlight draped in white silk.
Heavy cream and honeyed wine on parted, darkened, sanguine lips.
You tasted mine and found them to be the same sticky sweet.
O thou art blameless, goddess.
So rapidly did my heart, beating and bare, fall to your feet.
Plucked with bloodied, raw fingertips, you feasted on the threads that remained.
The pungent smell of raw flesh blooming scarlet, sliced free.
Covered in my viscera, the color of ripened pomegranate seeds,
Slipped into my mouth, the iron and salt slicked my vocal chords,
Heavy with yellow, thickened phlegm.
O thou art noble, goddess.
Slithered into my stomach, twisted and tangled into a place for you to rest.
My entrails, a menagerie of shapes woven into rope for you to climb.
My kidneys, sponges for your love to scrub clean.
O thou art kindness, goddess.
In the ebb of your calm, flowing life into dreams, I find it.
Sweet enough to rot the teeth still caught in my jaw.
O thou art merciful, goddess.
The foaming belladonna spit upon parted lips slipped carefully into the gift of the vine.
O thou art love, goddess.