godless — Taylor Steinmeyer

i am godless,
swallowing mid-noon incantations,
against
regurgitated prayers,
kneeling
before
you
who saw the
carnage,
the bloodied
skin,
stomach-turning,
disgusted;
you
who turned
away
from the
spill;
you
who refused
to admit
pleasure at
the sight.

but i will confess this
to
you
who did not
deserve
my ache;
you
who did not
deserve
my bared throat;
you
who bared nothing
so i could
bear your dawn;
your suffering,
your ungodly love.

( i wanted to believe )