Allie Nelson/Dances with Tricksters
Even the darkness has arms, girl.
You curl up in the lap of death for solace,
Seeking shelter in decay, but for a moment’s rest.
There is no truth but worms under rot, that great goddess of the frozen wastes.
Death only takes the face of a lover, and Hell is but a whispered promise.
You will burn for him, break open like a wine casket, brains bleeding.
Can’t you see you are just food for the black hole at the center of our galaxy?
Can’t you see you were laid out as a feast for the gods to summon rains?
Maybe you crave oblivion because that is the closest you will ever come to freedom.
You are brave, girl, to beg the case of the world before the great arbiter Death.
I gave up a long time ago.
I do not own my life anymore, and maybe I secretly…
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