Either way

either way
stuck to this godamned cross
and its

dripping in my vomit

hateithateithateit
hateyouhateyouhateyou

a writhing scream contorts me:

rapist murderer sadist
if you are really a god save yourself and us


then,
a naked male voice:

e l i e l i la ma ch sa bb a ta ni ?


the cry from crimson-lips
is blood from soul-wounds

red-winged fire
kiss of a deity tongue

and now,
stuck to this godamned christ
and he's
covered in my vomit

wood dissipates flesh melts together
arms spread open arteries morph
blood flow stops reverses and flows into him
screaming

slowly his blood and mine begin to flow in a circle

exhalation of each

hic est enim ... sanguinis mei