i flew today
and, as my amethyst wings split the multicolored skies
and, the golden cloud's kiss left the sweet taste of euphoria to bless by tongue
the sun's warm glow bathing my features
as the sea below waved a wave as calm as the mighty screams of chaos
i offered a sway of my hand.
i could feel the burn of envy in your ghostly eyes scorching my flesh as my arms reached to the beauty of heaven's flaming heart
i touched it.
it dripped like honey between my outstretched fingers,
puddling in the cracks of my skin,
it seeped into my bloodstream, breathing life into my dead veins and rhythm into my silenced chest.
it's warm touch trickled into my soul and
kissed my anxious thoughts into oblivion.
as i fell,
it whispered its name into the icy breeze.
the goddess spoke.
as the clouds below me fell up towards the bluing sky,
it engulfed me,
a hand blacker than death’s,
colder than a corpse,
more soulless than satan himself,
she called herself,
but, despite the circumstance it was impossible to ignore
the beauty she possessed.
she was the face of heaven
and the heart of hell-
a beautiful Saint
with a blackened tongue—
a blood-stained blade
stealing innocent breaths
like a ruthless killer—
a shimmering surface
with a dark soul
reaching the icy depths
of the raging
victims to her empty core
to watch them drown in an endless deluge of shadows.
is this how it feels
to die a euphoric death at the hands of the sea's blissful waves,
or am i only suffering a godly insanity?