Creative Voices

By Lisa Duncan / Staff Writer || Edited by Vittoria Caroli

gods do not require just wine and bread,

gods require blood.

and my blood they shall have.

for when I kneel before the altar

that is you,

I feel it consume me,

my love for you.

so much that it kills me softly,

sweetly,

cruelly.

I feel it take root in my chest,

feel my bones snap beneath the weight of it all,

the start of something fatal.

it tears me apart until I can no longer feel,

chokes me until I can no longer breath.

it torments me ruthlessly,

endlessly.

and yet,

I do not wish for it to ever end,

for I have finally found

a sin worth destroying myself for.