Lingering, wanting prickles
Of flames and whimpering the Greek god's names
No, no
You can't touch this.

Fingers interlocking with tufts of hair
Blood curdling down your face
You thought you could beat
Me into the milky white
On repeat
But I rise trembling with booming and beaming
Echoing sounds, that make your skull
Penetrate sin and a fire to your bones.


A slithering entity in the mouth
Gaps slide in and out
Hear that rattle and shake
Turned to stone, you appear.

Breast plates shifting and biting
A shudder here, a shudder there
All the young girls stare.

Water into wine
Blood into ****
Lust into honey
Love into flame.

Don't look for the birds in the sky
We fly too high for your thrown stones.