Like dead game
Come out and rend me
Pluck my wings like I’m descending
And wash me like a blessing

Salt the wounds so-
I can atone for
Sins that I keep on casting
Braise me in holy oils
Anointed by the grace of sirens
Singing me to deeper waters
Drown me in my sorrow
And repeat again.

I thought the demons would drown out
If I swallowed the light
I thought if I sat by the fires
I could see you in a flicker
But I’m resting on embers
Burning til the bones flake
And I can disappear to find you again.