feed
a poem
a god
of restless waves
that demands
sacrifices
endless
to grant wishes.
‘feed me your darlings,
the dearest one after another,
and i’ll love you’
we are so pathetic,
we’d sell our hearts ten times over
just to have a receipt that proved we had one.
the saltwater
consumes my every word,
warps and rusts them
and throws them back
dead
at my feet.
more,
i aways have to give
more
but my hands
have been empty of all but callouses
since the day i woke up and knew my name.
I keep having to reread this (in a good way)