Bloodstream

Pluto upends the Earth
and I am struck by His burning stare,
I fall, helplessly, to my knees;
awaiting His judgment.

His ash stained hands brand my flesh,
soothe yet scar my dress,                destroy and reform my vulnerable image, to His desire.

I yearn to adorn His laurels,                      knowing I’ve earned every single one.       And so I bite into the fruit,
Sip the nectar, binding myself forever
To His pleasure.

-LM

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