Written by Lisette Bower
What if I never fell from heaven?
Maybe I crawled out of hell before
anyone could drag me back under.
Always full of heartburn and spite
that holy water just can’t put out.
I’ll drown in the sins of your God
and take you down with me.
I’m not here for redemption or
what you call salvation. I’m just
looking for a shitty guardian angel
and enough nails to dig a grave.
Paint them in red shellac and
peel them off one by one. We
can gift them to the devil then
revel in our wild deliverance.
I don’t want higher sanctity, if
it means always wearing white
and never making love in wildfires.
Ablaze, my body will be as I knew it
nasty, unhinged, and unrestrained.