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she's a monster

a majesty

a daemon and

deity

she feeds both the wolves

of her soul

well and equally

her imperfections

show face

with fervor

and frequently

perfecting

the process

of loving them

freakishly

no shame in her truths

of sinning in

sanctity

she loves her self

sacredly

steadfast and

actively

holding space

for her humanness

hoping to

master it

divine

at the core

so needing to master

me

singing

it seems

is when i am

whole

the least

pouring my self out

in my holiest

means

blessed

beyond measure

and cursed

in some's dreams

i'm the monster

to bow to

a majesty

a fiend

the daemon to cry to

when your dirty hands

need cleaned

a deity

to pray to

when your divinity needs

seen

i'm all that there is

ever was

will be

my life will be short

and i'll live

infinitely

a piece of the everything

while everything's in me

in the blink of an eye i return to the sea

then the stars

and the hearts of those i love

as they beat

i hear my love

singing a sweet song

of peace

it's majick

she is

whether or not

you believe

a blessing and curse

depending on how you

perceive

but a gift

above all else

should you be so favored

to receive

she

is

me