RELIGION I: GOD

god exists in the boy i dreamt of kissing with his hands around my neck and my fingers at his throat. we are something desperate, bite marks and bruises and stolen liquor burning in our veins like dying stars because we are always dying, always burning, always looking for the next fix and this time it’s his back against the concrete and these prayers between my legs.

god sharpens his teeth into knives and opens up his mouth to devour me and i’m tired of being a good girl. he tastes of regret, i think he is intoxicating so i give away my body and call it a sacrifice in his name. i have never been more devoted and he has never been more holy, we bleed and collapse into each other and the dying star goes out.