the cold morning air
when I wake up at dawn
I will feel empty and clean
nothing left inside me
wrenched out by the night
the cold morning air
that inhales my ribcage and floats my hair when I look out my window
being clear and cold
and empty
frost on the grass
quietly entering through my window
i am the only one awake
nobody else can see
I feel my bones against my shirt
It's grey and cottton made
this is my purest form
clear and cold and empty
remembering a faraway god I do my praising
my mother is a religious person
she sacrifices me
my father is an atheist
he sacrifices me
I am the lamb, the crucifix
consuming my body
and the thing I grew inside it
It's bloody and hairy and has a tooth crowded smile
I cling onto disgust
