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he is dangerous not because his teeth are made of daggers      and his eyes are made of sniper scopes      and his bones are made of rifle barrels. he is dangerous not because his steps leave land mines in the earth      and his voice fractures like bursting grenades      and his tongue dances with cyanide foam no, he is dangerous because he shines like a galaxy lost in space      and he burns like a thousand dying stars      and he reels you in as effortless as gravity no, he is dangerous because you will walk into the black hole at his heart      with gratitude singing soft on your lips      and hands clasped close in holy prayer

Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood.

Love is vivid. I never wanted the pale version.

I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth

I had a choice between two paths. I wish I could say I chose what was right, but my mind was faded and my heart was beating and I picked wrong. The sad thing about wrong, though, is that in the moment, it didn’t seem wrong at all.