Tea With a Mad Girl

pierce the flesh
and deeply cut
the vulnerable white flesh
my wrist aches and throbs
i watch the blood flow
taste it
so strong, so pure
not to be wasted
property of the divine
i do not wish to die
i only want to watch the blood
pour over the flesh
drink from this life
my life
it is strong, it is pure
my soul laughs
though i pale, i do not die
Hecate loves me
she grants me life always
the flow of blood ends
too soon
i am not even weakened
from the loss
my blood stays within
stays strong, stays pure
a goddess in my own right
immortality
the gift of life continued
endless