Sanctified Sin

You prayed for salvation.

I showed up instead—

barefoot, bleeding,

wrapped in midnight

and the scent of your final breath.

You touched me like confession,

lips trembling on my skin

as if forgiveness could be earned

between my thighs.

I whispered your name

into the hollow of your soul,

and it echoed back

as something holy.

Something ruined.

They warned you of demons.

So you begged an angel

to stay.