I want you to cut me.
I want you to see that the blood that is red with you becomes water.
I want to be opened by you. I want to be drunk by you.
Put your lips to my open wrist.
There I become ambrosia to your beautiful, godless hunger.
There I offer you what you have given me and did not know it.
With you I am the scent of blood after rainfall.
With you I am God's Lamb put on earth to be devoured.
With you. With you I am made like all holy things.
So cut me please, because I must show you.
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 11:41 PM UTC
I want you to cut me.
I want you to see that the blood that is red with you becomes water.
I want to be opened by you. I want to be drunk by you.
Put your lips to my open wrist.
There I become ambrosia to your beautiful, godless hunger.
There I offer you what you have given me and did not know it.
With you I am the scent of blood after rainfall.
With you I am God's Lamb put on earth to be devoured.
With you. With you I am made like all holy things.
So cut me please, because I must show you.
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