Covenant

by Samantha Lee

She entices sweet nothings to slice through my heartbeat draw ichor from places of iron. i may melt Her gilded cage, drown Her in debauchery and unthinking, and toss the weights of the world off Her back to map the scars. perhaps kiss Her sun with blistering lips. She looks like little icarus, poor charcoal feathers. at least he jumped with wings. so i’ll sew left-handedness to the stump of Her wounds.

and yet, on Sunday She will stretch her limbs forward as if to say

“touch me God” or “i hope You can forgive me”