sin eater

she comes to them
in darkness
knowing everything
the lightness under skin
flayed in wonder
the devastation of confession
the lusts of revelation
they moan
see me as embryo
feed me ambrosias
and amniotic fluids

I am too far past birth she cried
small dreams make me tremble
with desire for knives
I need to be carver
not stone

© J.L.Stanley