and i would burn if it meant the world would watch

born to love forced to grieve

everything is about cain & abel except when its about antigone & polynices

You are not an angel. you are just a girl // so scared of falling you’ll burn anything to fly // so set on anger you forgot about grief.// amber wings and golden eyes // mascara. lipstick. // lord, give me a sword // blood is a sign I was here. // come, God said, and so you went // a lamb? a calf? no, some messenger // you wouldn’t crave a sacrifice if you weren’t guilty. // go on. admit you wanted to die. go on and say you don’t know how // poison can be holy if you do it right. // sometimes god sends angels and sometimes he pulls you apart // pinned to the concrete while he attaches the wings // here is the tape. here is more feathers. //  do not be afraid, hooked on the back of your throat // don’t you think it’s funny? I wouldn’t know who I was, if I wasn’t scared // bless God for the quiet terror of existence. blessings and blood // peace on earth. goodwill to men. // melted wax on the sink. // another angel, another flight // God, I have dreamed of burning. the closest thing to peace. // you are not an angel. you are just a girl// who does not know how to put down her sword.