Let me lie in my vomit
Don’t wash my feathers with your tears
They’re piercing me like blunt nails
puncturing Jesus on the cross
My wings hang heavy on the brink of my failures
Their weight breaks my backbone
Regrets taste like dust and mold in my mouth
I’ve never felt so hollow wearing my holiness
Let me lie in the swamp of my sorrows
I don’t care that I’m a miracle about to happen
I don’t care that I’ll be reborn again
like a Phoenix bird
Who remembers its bewitching song anyway?
I’m not ready to burn and rebuild my nest yet
Let me loop my loneliness around my neck
soft and warm like an ermine fur in the winter
They say you never die from a snake’s bite
It’s the venom that kills you
pouring through your flesh
long after the snake sneaked away
Let me surrender to its sweet poison prickling my veins
Tomorrow I promise I’ll spread my wings and fly
But for now I’m begging you
Let me lie in my vomit.