"Breaking Down God"

The air is cliché under the light of a stunningly beautiful God who stands above me.
My knees shake at the sight of the waves of ember, gold twisted in the hands that hold my own.
Down at the bottom of my feet is some kind of clear water that’s warm to the touch on my fingers.
Suddenly some rain clouds faltered our air, my God, my love, he covers my eyes, I already saw them.
The dark and those voices that climb over my fences and rape my thoughts with God and hope.
Then.
It.
Began.
The shadows killed my God,
Took me by the limbs-- pinned me down,
Tonguing all my wounds and bruises,
Their pelvis’s thrusting in my eyes in my brain.
Though I’m screaming at the top of my lungs for help, my love, my God, please help me, Lord!
The gates are melted down to molten lava that they collect in buckets before opening my mouth,
Pouring in the white fire,
The silver stinging over my throat, my heart.
Waves of coal along everything in my whole body,
My body wants them deeper in my mouth.
Then.
It.
Ended.
Now, the shadows are my “God”.