Nothing’s bigger than the void
than the void
than the void,
nothing’s lighter than the word
than the word
than the word
nothing’s darker than my name
than my name
than my name
nothing oozes blood
blood and bile
blood and ichor
blood and dark milk of daybreak.

It gently kills
gently kills
gently kills
three times
for your Father, and for your sun
and for the silence in which you bury your cries —
cries and whispers.

(death is a wedding ring on my pinky)

“What dost thou want?”

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