‘Eucharist’ and ‘Death’
The 16th and 17th stories of ‘Divine Revelation’.
The wine drips from my lips
As I devour her body.
The holy altar, dressed in white,
Is the stage of my new hobby.
.
I practice every Saturday
As the sun begins to rise.
By the evening mass the echoes
Of her exultation will subside.
.
Sunday is the holy day.
I’ll spend it on my knees.
I worship every inch of her
Until she is pleased.
.
Drunk on religious ecstasy
But we’ve only just begun.
I bring her further into me
So that we may become one.
.
.
.
Death is but an endless sleep
And I pray to Death, my soul to keep.
But, if you die before I do,
I pray he holds on to you too.
.
He’ll hold you close and take good care
Because he knows I’ll soon be there
To hold your hand and walk along
Into death’s quiet, endless song.
About the Creator
annie harper
Just an actor from Central Queensland, writing some short stories and poetry. I hope you find one you like <3
TW: a lot of my work contains mentions of self-harm, suicide, death, abuse, and mental illness. Please be gentle with yourself.
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