Embrace

Since when did God’s arms become shorter than the devil’s?

It's Ericajean

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Since when God’s arms become shorter than
the devil’s?
I try lying in the crook of his elbow, the biceps
brachii tendon
Bendin’. I Nest there, because his embrace is a Scripture
to me
Encase, enfold, encircle. To take
“up readily”
My Song of Songs, my Lapis Lazuli. I hold you in
my daydreams
where we
Kubla Khan together — embrace me like a Sacred River in demon
lovin’ weather.
Allow my Labias to suck in your rod, your
Capricious steel
helmet like a rod of satin and silk, I quiver around your
spilt milk.

I saw a spider web the other day, her intricate maze sticky
catching prey
the hug of death. See? Even the predator offers arms to their catch of the day!
I can’t feel you anymore though, you make promises that
aren’t kept.
I grow lonely, disease ridden, eyes puffy. Me
you’ve betrayed.
The armrest of a chair offers more solace these days.
I wake up grinding atop it, gnawing my fingernails, scraping my sex against the fibers, squealing, gyrating my hips, waiting for some sharp thing that will never pierce me to make
it real.

Thanks for reading!

Poetic Note: I was inspired by several different pieces of literature for this one! 😘

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It's Ericajean

Essayist and poet| Author of Rumors of Ouroboros and Sea of Iron Hands.