the heavens ring out
when he called my name i thought i would rather die than answer. he heard this and kissed my neck with cold steel as always - out of love - my lover, my smoke-filled knight - exorcist and priest, sinner and saint all at once just how i claimed i liked it. needling into the crooks of my elbows he whispered to me like the steady drip of the iv in a voice i only heard in my dreams, he said he loved me but he had to let me go