Altar and Sacrifice

I ran with fire, in the haze of certainty.

My lips tasting blood, iron in veins.

Your laughter poised on a red mist,

drinking the grass and rage of the seas.

Ancient forests sprung up in our wake;

Their roots of sand bound the earth to your bright body.

Your breasts nourished the sky, the bees falling in an unceasing  rain.

I have killed you, my love, and raised of you an altar.

Men and beasts kneel alike, their screams fade into forgotten glass.

Your blood stains my fingernails, as you smile in your delusion.

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