Telepathic abortions are alright with me : )

Her Presence Is Her Present To You

"Icicles are blades

we drag across ourselves

when we feel we have sinned"

Said the icicle. Then she asked:

Where were you

when the holy spirit killed herself?

Took the blade to her throat,

an icicle dragged across pale snow.

She can't hear the voices anymore,

only the blackened whispers.

Her eyes are but a pallet

for you to paint your next dream.

You've watched her forever

through this double sided mirror.

Her singular reflection,

too cut up for care.

But…

Where were you

when the holy spirit killed herself?

Her pallet eyes,

painting you a picture now.

If we remember to forget

will the limits become light?

But where the fuck were you,

when she realized

we were the ones

who held the blade.