Only Me

With fire in her blood

and a tongue that

cut and soothed in the same breath,

she had to be a dream.

Whether she was blood-soaked or

wrapped in gauzy silk, it didn’t matter.

I’d worship her anyway.

Kali in the flesh,

she was a devil on the battlefield,

and an angel in my arms.

Her teeth were on my throat,

her hands were in my hair,

and I knew that it would never

get any better than this.

Call her what you like.

Goddess, siren, monster.

It didn’t matter

because she’d never be mortal.

We’d live forever,

The taste of misery, lust, and

those I’d sacrifice for her

on our tongues.

As the days turn into years

and the years into centuries,

all that is good will be

as good as gone.

She may hate me.

She may claw my eyes out,

call me a traitor, and

banish me from her side.

I will never regret

the little people I ended

to keep her forever breathing.

Because she will always come back to me.

Only me.

Copyright © 2019 by Nita Pan

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