split my body in two forked seas
the god trapped in my skull told me about people like myself

aqua drips from my grin to the upstairs
but the water's all wine now

"will there ever be veneration for me?"
salvation is packed inside my cheek
with melting capsules beside it

the stigmata of razor blades clenched in my fists scab over
my scars snarl and sing back a chorus of hate

choking on the gold thread of words in the back of my throat
creates the finest form of stitching