You will drive sick blood up her weary veins

Your yellow fingernails will 

tear her apart. 

You will rip out her lungs, so she may breathe through her heart, 

but You’ll silence her warmth, so that I can no longer hear her. 

You will make her limbs writhe in torment, 

Burned, scared 

and scarred;

wide-eyed and gasping

she’ll look at me, and wonder 

what I did wrong to You.  

save me, I ask You.

the moment where I lay in my bed 

beneath the sulking sun

where You grip my aching head, twist it south, to where she sleeps;

where You make these thoughts 

shake me forever. 

save me.