proverbs 1 : 10 – 16 KJV

10 my son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.

11 if they say, come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent without cause:

12 let us swallow them up alive as the grave; and whole, as those that go down into the pit:

13 we shall find all precious substance, we shall fill our houses with spoil:

14 cast in thy lot among us; let us all have one purse:

15 my son, walk not thou in the way with them; refrain thy foot from their path:

16 for their feet run to evil, and make haste to shed blood.

ponderings:

to my sons

to my daughters

do you consent my ways? the mother inside me is broken down into a million pieces. my soul has been crafted into the glue you use to paste your black dots of judgement on my immortal existence. no jewels in my crown. i wear only a black lace veil across my face to mourn our universally collective losses…

i was never good enough for me. or them. how could i ever feel good enough to be of service you?

everyone lays in shadows waiting to suck blood from my mortal corpse. i walk around as a dead man through a cemetery of broken promises, salty lies, and even your own hollow intentions.

are you one of the shadow lurkers, my child? do you hate me as they do?

you know the pains of my heart’s ailments. you are aware of the hurts staining my soul. your shoulders share the load of a conscience stuck in a downward spiral to the depths of hell itself.

precious is the imaginary substance alive in our visions of a blissed out future. bright futures with bold scenarios await just beyond the chalice of dirty blood sins i hold in my hands.

let us be one body, unified in purpose, cemented together in a prophetic vision of a world with no lies, no lust torn families, no pain…

no pain…

{lean into your authenticity.

know your devices.

fast from your sins.}

the evilest of muses calls us all down to meet at the cleansing waters of the river styx…i pour out the chalice of my bloody sins into the darkness of the eternal void below.

who will save me now?

walk on.

walk on.

XX

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an untamed woman pressed between the pages of an erotic novel. she reads the proverbs while clutching her rosary. salted sage burns down the paper house around her. now she sings as she flies to soar with icarus himself.

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