with mother's eyes - V

lonely gods
break through
the peppery day
as darkness dwells
just beyond
the killing moon.

waning moon.

and you rise
for the first time
to dine
upon a soul
cast down
to devour
the small hurt
that lingers within.

"You rise with us,"
she says,
a witch's grin
leaning on red lips.
"What you were is no more.
We've drained all of that from you.
Now do that which you were intended."

the girl weeps.
her eyes are not as your own.
before god sleeps,
she must be broken on the stone.

"All small gods
are we,"
she says
as the first of her flesh parts.
"All small gods
are we."

the bone breaks strange
in your grasp
and her cries
arise
something pure
within you
as you begin to pluck
the white of her eyes
before she dies
the multitudes
of death
you have endured.