“God forgive me this”

“God forgive me this”

God forgive me this,
My tyrant heart, this
Bile-soaked sponge
I so often offer others
On a pointed stick.
This, my black-pirate heart,
A blade in its teeth,
Hacking limbs, tearing tongues
From fool mouths, quick
To accept the velvet purse
Thrown at my feet.
I’ll spill its sliver out
To gain the precious urn
Of oil, scented, broken
Over my own head.
Blinded by the liquid veil,
Gouged bloody by the shards—
For one priceless moment, all
is quiet, shimmering gold
dripping from my lips.

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