Pain, crimson and guileless
spills across your skin
arcing in raised Nazca lines
worship to my goddess
writ in pleasure and copper tainted air
worship
My miss
The soft breathe of the world abrades my skin
As I stand triumphant before the moon
Shadowed service
Shrieks and screams
Eyes watching from deep corners
Her eyes look up in solemn worship of her Sir
Pelgris 