In which I pretend my gods feel guilty for ignoring me

I 

I imagine moving the bed, it writhes 

Into a barricade 

My words become weapons and 

Even the slightest plea is a bullet 

Down your throat, the stars laugh

And wink and joke with one another

Oh? So she’s thinking of fighting back 

II

The blood is wine and I’m drunk on the drops slipping  

Off my thighs, two happy made-up thoughts are its price and iron morphs 

Into clothing that finally covers what it tried to 

III

My eyes find the stars and I silently ask them to take me

To a far away place, my beautiful gleaming gods

These sheets against my back can grow into wings 

Let me fall towards the heavens 

I don’t need the oxygen my lungs are too terrified to ask for 

The words already emptied out and useless against

The dirt pressed into my body

The wind will be enough to move the hands on my skin 

Tie them to the atmosphere of the earth 

Cool the lingering mortal burn in my forehead

I’m going to laugh with the stars

We can shoot across the sky, my darling saviors 

Somewhere that unholy bodies cease existing 

IV

Please

Let me run away with you

V

My glowing gleeful gods are cowards

They hide in the night sky outside the locked window 

I’m seared into this mattress like a lie I could’ve made up 

I’m drunk on wine and delusional from daydreams

The blame could find its place on my body

VI

The truth left before the sun could see

VII

That night I dreamt I punished the gods

I killed their moon, cut her up 

And fed her to the dogs.