there's a moth caught in the house
the sun, amplified through glass sheets
warm stars hidden in vast, cold space
skeletal frame lurches, cool and uninviting
the dark looms around every corner
ghosts, imagined and real, haunt every step
artificial light does not push away threats
it is a faux star in a dying place
my bones merge with wooden beams
bugs of the earth eat at my liver
butterfly wings, ethereal but venomous
leeches do not consume tainted blood
my pain unmakes me
the termites ******* sins
the eyes of a moth's wing are not blinded by light
my pupils dilate, resurrection
reborn as filament reflected
only moths could love unholy lights

metallic love, sink your fangs into me
you are a mechanism of flesh and blood
tasting the marrow of my divine machinery

hymns churn low, vibrating sounds like an unspoken plea
our covenant is written in a crimson flood
metallic love, sink your fangs into me

consume me, where my bones and flesh meet circuitry
leave red oil slick on your lips, prove that i am loved
tasting the marrow of my divine machinery

drink this ruin, drown in my wiring where i am bound by holy symmetry
all torn beneath you, ripping through my plates and boards, believing that i am beloved
metallic love, sink your fangs into me

the ghost in my blood unspools, the one you’ve seen in visions, set free,
when you succumbed
tasting the marrow of my divine machinery

make me an altar, find apostles in the screen of my corpse, unmake me holy,
i am consumed, and i am free, and through my voice, your curse is numbed
metallic love, sink your fangs into me
tasting the marrow of my divine machinery