Roses fruit from my Mouth,.
Ready to be Eaten,
I take a Bite, and delight pours into Me
A Direct Line to Heaven,
I am being Fed,
Buy the Core,
The Heavenly,
By the Love,
By God,
Being Gifted Apples by His hands,
His Curation,
Spilling from Me,
Spilling through Me,.
At Times His Bounty finds me, and I forget
It finds me, so Often,
Kissing Me on my Forehead,
Yet, I Forget.
A Blizzard runs at my Feelings,
Comes and scratches the Skin off my Face,
Nail marks leaving indents,
Leaving a trail of blood in the boat of my neck,
Slashes across my chest, where the bone meets my shoulders,
As if a Tyrant took over, left a mess,
And like a child doesn’t look back,
I’m left staring at the Aftermath,
I look up the God,
Hands in the air,
Flailing,
Wondering “where are you?”
And “what do you want from me?”
“I’m trying to find you?”
But here I am,
Slaughtered.
Daily.