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I am no goddess,
no daughter with
her mother breathing winter,
fury like silver in her teeth,
frost in her hair.I have tasted my blood,
ripped nerves out by their roots,
dipped my hands into gasoline,
the smell of it heady and rich,
a forest fire in my throat.I have taken your throat in my teeth,
tasted the salt of your skin
as you breathed my name not like prayer
because I am no god, but like
water, air, a feast after fasting for three days.I take your sacrament.
I take your mouth full of blood.
I take,
I take,
I take.
Crystal Vega-Huerta, “I Am No God” (via lifeinpoetry)
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