you can dig me out of the grave,
unearth my flaws and curses
to expose the transgressions
I buried in my dusty bones
this is a revelation.
such a necessary divulgence
of my fossilized corruption,
of my wretched defilement
you can drag me out of the grave
and I will strip myself of sacrilege —
all the blasphemies I hide in barbed words
and smoky white noises;
all the acts of desecration my putrid hands
have committed in conscious
honey, I will lay my forsaken body
on a pristine, baptized stone
like a trace of a tarnished relic
in an unflawed dreamland.
all for the act of purging my sins.
there, I will be a clean slate.
pure enough to deserve your glowing touch
unsoiled enough to deserve your sacred heart
I will be a clean slate.
and honey, you can paint my skin
blue and sunlight and marigold.
you can engrave scars in my veins
and I will live for the secrets
and unfazed histories in my blood —
all stemming from your heartbeats
and my wordless prayers to the gods.
this is an act of purging my sins
I am safe, undaunted
I am housed in your warmth
and when my body kisses
its way back to the earth,
my heartbeats will regrow like vines
always searching for your embrace
Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 12:04 PM UTC
you can dig me out of the grave,
unearth my flaws and curses
to expose the transgressions
I buried in my dusty bones
this is a revelation.
such a necessary divulgence
of my fossilized corruption,
of my wretched defilement
you can drag me out of the grave
and I will strip myself of sacrilege —
all the blasphemies I hide in barbed words
and smoky white noises;
all the acts of desecration my putrid hands
have committed in conscious
honey, I will lay my forsaken body
on a pristine, baptized stone
like a trace of a tarnished relic
in an unflawed dreamland.
all for the act of purging my sins.
there, I will be a clean slate.
pure enough to deserve your glowing touch
unsoiled enough to deserve your sacred heart
I will be a clean slate.
and honey, you can paint my skin
blue and sunlight and marigold.
you can engrave scars in my veins
and I will live for the secrets
and unfazed histories in my blood —
all stemming from your heartbeats
and my wordless prayers to the gods.
this is an act of purging my sins
I am safe, undaunted
I am housed in your warmth
and when my body kisses
its way back to the earth,
my heartbeats will regrow like vines
always searching for your embrace
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