I can't help it

I don't normally go here

but when I do, Hardly

(if I can help it)

ever do I hold back.

You're cruelty led to more,

more.

You cursed a Blessed people,

Sacrilege.

Pious fucks

you disgraced your god

by forcing "his" unsaid word

down the throats of the Blessed.

You're beyond dead to me.

If there were a hell

I'd send you there.

Thank the Creator

you've been wiped out.

You're never allowed back.

Almost too kind

to simply delete you.

I'll read your names and punish you

mentally.

Disgrace to

the ecclesiastically insane.

The Blessed people will never forget

what you did.

They shine brighter now you're gone forever.

Spirits returning to heal the Blessed's bodies and minds.

You can't stop this,

you're gone.

Hell is knowing you could have made it to heaven but didn't. Permanent delete.

*Empty Trash*

Rainy Days

at one point or another

we are all rain clouds,

but eventually we let go

and thus move on to above the other clouds,

cozy with the sun.

Chocolate on the Pages

pouring Snow White chocolate

over the pages

of my book

toasted marshmallow

for texture

glue

hard milk chocolate

for comfort

contrast

fire

roaster

roller

coaster

never been closer

though we are

switching roles

switching moon & heavens

it's no thing

to the

indefinable

whiting out my wrongs

never felt so right

moth to a flame

i'd gladly crisp my wings to be so close to you

distance is a

thing

grasped in my

hand

malleable

putty

cold & dark

light & warm

form & spirit

it starts up

and it ends up

give me s'more