false god among us

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it has just about entirely consumed her
sucked most of the skin right off her bones
and is now nibbling on choice organs
impervious to the fact that once it has fully decimated her
it will forever be denied this host

it tried to devour me once, too
but I identified its hideous, distorted face and fought back
while shrieking out warnings to others

I am thrashing and screaming still

yet where I see a monster
she sees a god
and gratefully hands it her flesh
for the privilege of being in its service
and with the sustained hope that one day
it will finally come through on its promise
to make her wholly clean

“Who Do You Say That I Am?”

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Who do you say that I am:
someone who holds you back,
or the encouragement that calls you forth?

Who do you say that I am:
the condemnation in the eyes of some who claim to know me,
or a lover who is dazzled by your entire being?

Who do you say that I am:
a set of formulas that can be confined to rigid boxes,
or a person who breathes freely in areas you are only beginning to imagine?

Do not sidestep the question
because who you say that I am
has a direct correlation
with who you say that you are
and with the options that you are able to perceive
for what you might become.