It’s like tossing salt at the sea
to cry for you
my lovely
Tag: tears
warm to touch
soft full skin
opened to tears
breath
scars write
themselves
between breasts
with red ink
trembling accuracy
words that spent tears
like fortune
silver sheets
rain falls
from my eyes
scattering diamonds
An Intimate Lokean Devotional
“Say it. Mean it.” He cuts through my tears.
“Say what?” I ask Loki.
“That you are not a bitch.”
“I’m not a bitch.”
“Good girl.”