broken altar

And what if I am the tempest, scouring the foam for your eyes?
     Do not pray for the best to come
                      If you do not know what the best of us will bring
      You prayed for an outcome, not a resolution

 And just as you left me in the fire, I too fell in love with the stakes
     The pyre was a comfort, once upon a shore
                        Now it fills the skies with the clouded reassurances
    Of a prolonged death; my sisters never had a chance

They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned;
      So what does hell say when she rules it?


This is part 2 of 5 in a collaboration done with my dear friend, gliitchlord, circa 2018.

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