Step into your holy church to rinse off the nightmares that come in the dark. Partake in the communion of wild saints. Sip the water trickling down your cheeks and maybe you think of biting off a bar of soap in case it will cleanse the unholiness of your insides. Shed off those dead layers. Step out into the sanctuary of immaculate reconciliation. Go forth into a new day. Repeat.
"Eat my humble pie, don’t turn your eyes from me."
Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful
place, so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.