As I Sip On Your Ruin by Linda Crate

since you don’t like living things

i’ve grown a garden full of

dead flowers and deadly nightshade,

i’ve got an army of undead monsters

ready to kill lurking in my forests;

didn’t appreciate my love or my light

so respect my hate and my darkness because

there’s a price to pay for disrespecting

my divine feminine—

thought my mind was a dark place before?

you barely touched the surface of the dark

lagoons i have frequented in my life,

but let me dive into the darkest sky and watch

as the moon devours you;

she’ll spare you no mercy

even as you pray to her and i will be there

with a glass of starlight champagne in my hands,

and i might even let you see my fangs as

i sip on your ruin.