Drought and Sin

Somehow the world became sexualized and when that happened, it also became angry. It is an anger the rapist and his victim share, an intense hatred only the other can understand. It's this damned heat, heavy and suffocating. My thoughts turn to violence and in the violence, I see no tragedy. I feel thirst. When will it rain? So, there it is. My psyche....what a revelation.

I have not opened myself up, the blood builds like oil beneath the surface. Not worth so much, no war will decide to whom my blood belongs. No blood will buy me the notice of your demigod. The most revered man in America is a fool and a thief. He does not know my blood. Why fatten myself like a complacent cow? Skinny and crazy, filled with sin....I will never be an acceptable sacrifice. My blood is not enough. I am so powerful I am invisible. I do not exist. I am myth.

I am the human you were seeking. I have the nerves that notice your trembling. I am the product of smoke and mirrors, I am what is born when noone is looking. When God distracts you with glitter and nonsensical words of grand promise, it is I he summons. Shh. It is the heat. Noone knows you have hallucinated this. Noone knows but me. It is a secret buried in the center of stone, known by you and by God and noone else. The heat makes you crazy. Make it rain, make it rain. Make it cold like paradise must be. No, temperate. Frozen does not suit our Eden. Serpents need the sun.