This is in response to Shidonae’s poem The Offering.
Leading you to the sacrifice
brushing back your hair
as you lay on the altar
of my desire
Glittering in your eyes
and quickening of your breath
tells a tale
that before the night is over
you will stand betrayed
by your own body
I take your scream
I take your tears
I take your blood
And in the small hours of the night
when your scream
is a whisper
and your tears
are made of salt
I take your mind
I take your soul
I take your heart
