Beheading

 

The curve of the sea against your lip

 

broken bones on an ashy shore

 

crying in tongues no man knows-

 

I AM.  I AM.

 

 

 

We fall to the floor.

 

 

 

Let’s behead the Leviathan

 

make words from his skulls,

 

Bleed rivers from Unktehi,

 

grind Tiamat’s spine.

 

 

 

Can I cut off your head, love?

 

Make stars from your brains?

 

You’re younger than Ymir

 

more approachable.

 

 

 

I promise it’s painless,

 

close your wandering eyes

 

fall into me-

 

and sleep.

 

 

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