oh, darling, don’t you want to be saved?

there is a halo in his mouth,
                                             there is a halo in the back of his throat,
                  and there is a halo carved into your hips -

you hate him for ruining you. you hate him.
                      maybe you were holy once,
but he desecrates with his hand around your neck, he says that his god is the only god, and you tell him “well then, baby, i can take you to
heaven,
                                                    well then, baby, i’ll worship you
and only you,
                                                    well then, baby, i’m not getting any younger.”

he kisses you again, he moves up and down your flesh like a car crash on the ten o’clock news, and you’re this close to dying, and you’re this close
to
               fading
                         away,
fading into the lines on his chest, into his mouth, don’t cut your knees on the halo, my dear, it’s not time for the sacrifice yet.