#c.eve

Buried in bedrooms, an effigy of secrets praying and kissing their hands together under the covers. I could see all the pieces of glass, along with  these broken vows. (They were all beyond his grasp.) He never realized I wanted him to burn me.

I lay in the dark drinking woozy feelings and the memories of  holy water, I had beheld beauty looking through  stained glass windows in the hands of god. I woke in the dark weak and vague like smoke, without a form and without fear in the devil, with a belief in nothing but myself.

Look, before I say anything in blinking fluorescent lights without incandescent words his lips illuminated in this symbolic light.

I will be flesh and spirit. I have vowed to remain and come back in body and power. in ash and fire. I closed my eyes, beautifully ordinary, yet reawakened, reclaimed, reborn.

Her hand is suspended without sanctuary as she waits for you to hold her, but your weight is heavy, almost unbearable. You live in her like a plague.