A sinner unto you | Petrichorgazette

A sinner unto you,

There is something in your eyes that terrifies me. Do you know that? Do you know how badly I would

like to wish you harm? There is poison on your lips but it stains them blood red, so you wave your lipstick

in the air and they follow, prisoners stacked on shelves. Soft voice like the angels in the heavens above,

pearl eyes like gates, rivers flowing through every garden. The urge to pluck away at your skins, as if a

moldy guitar, overcomes every child, temptation drawn away by deception.

If you were to reach for the sun its light would pool over into your bones, moths to a burning flame. Vines

twist themselves through your fingers, little nooses, spilling golden blood. If you sang, the birds would fly

forward through space and time and fiery pits, crushed by oncoming traffic and the sweet release of death.

Sugary on your tongue is the bright smile of a thousand eons. The sour sensation of your fingers on

everything that had ever once been mine.

Little comfort is given to the ones that spend their times surrounded by twisted metal instead of bubbling

hot springs. Doomed to a fate unable to be given. Unable to be doomed to anything but your touch. You

strip away my skin and leave me bare, exposed in the eye of the deceiver, vulnerable and tragic to those

who are aware. And aware I must be. Of your presence eating away at the sunlight, of your boots on

snowy ground, of children with cropped hair admiring the fabric around your ankles and the sun-kissed

rhinestones in your eyes. Admiring your long, delicate nails. Unaware of the bacteria that hides under

every surface.

The blood flows from my fingertips whenever there’s a hint of your presence. Your aura brings forth

memories of laughter, of sun, of lilac ribbons done up in flowing hair and tied to necks. They shudder

with the pain. You slipped poison down my lips and yet have the audacity to laugh, like the demon does

not have you sit on his shoulders. An angel? An angel whose wings have fallen far. An Icarus whose

melting eyes blinded him. A human? No, not good enough. Merely a cardboard cutout of all that threatens

to pull me away from greatness.

I shall soon be taken away. Yet you know that. Was that always your wish? To tear away at my throat until

I could do nothing but spit, but be vengeful in my thoughts, sinful in my words? Oh, the rotting in my

heart has consumed itself with images of you. Oh, how the likes of your smile have doomed me, as I

always knew they would. A torture so doused in syrup it felt almost like a kiss.

I terrified the devil with my sins. But you went up there with your scarlet skin and they placed a gleaming

crown on your little head. Held your fingers up to the light and snipped away at your long, twisted nails.

Your claws would never harm me again. Your soft voice is nothing but a mere fleeting memory, your

scent now cast away in heart shaped bottles and left for rotting in little pews. Now it grows from my eyes,

my hair, my tongue. Entrapping me in the intoxicating smell of your perfume.