Hercules,
My hero, my idol
How I adored you.
You set my heart to fluttering
My words dripped with sweetness
So pure it made eyes water.
How I swooned and brought you
Offerings of the words from my heart
Lit votive candles to see you smile
And came to you ****** with a panther’s pelt
To cloak you in.
You glutted yourself on praise,
But still it wasn’t enough.
How gently you took your sacrifice from me
The words stop and please don’t wouldn’t leave my throat.
Clever or cruel you left no bruises for me to cry over
No wetness to prove your body touched mine
Not even a kiss to pretend that I wanted this, that I asked for it.
You left no evidence you ever existed.
Now I creep into the temple that was built to your charm
Smash every offering to pieces
Tear apart all the works of beauty dedicated to you.
Realize with eyes cleansed the rot that surrounds me.
The floor slick with blood
Of those faithful before me who found out the price of you.
The gentle votive candles that once only gave gentle warmth
now incinerate the wood of your temple
Devouring and devastating all in their path.
Four months later the inferno has become a bonfire
And one day it will be only dead embers.
The day I find the strength to turn my eyes from the blaze.
When I do not feel marked by the ashes of our friendship,
The day I forget how much I still want your blood on my hands.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
Hercules,
My hero, my idol
How I adored you.
You set my heart to fluttering
My words dripped with sweetness
So pure it made eyes water.
How I swooned and brought you
Offerings of the words from my heart
Lit votive candles to see you smile
And came to you ****** with a panther’s pelt
To cloak you in.
You glutted yourself on praise,
But still it wasn’t enough.
How gently you took your sacrifice from me
The words stop and please don’t wouldn’t leave my throat.
Clever or cruel you left no bruises for me to cry over
No wetness to prove your body touched mine
Not even a kiss to pretend that I wanted this, that I asked for it.
You left no evidence you ever existed.
Now I creep into the temple that was built to your charm
Smash every offering to pieces
Tear apart all the works of beauty dedicated to you.
Realize with eyes cleansed the rot that surrounds me.
The floor slick with blood
Of those faithful before me who found out the price of you.
The gentle votive candles that once only gave gentle warmth
now incinerate the wood of your temple
Devouring and devastating all in their path.
Four months later the inferno has become a bonfire
And one day it will be only dead embers.
The day I find the strength to turn my eyes from the blaze.
When I do not feel marked by the ashes of our friendship,
The day I forget how much I still want your blood on my hands.
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