The Splintered God

My hands leave a crimson trail

Up, DoWn, AlL aRoUnD

Touching Thought

Hunger

Heart

and

Pride

Falling away to cup a body

that tastes like paper and

Sticks to my tongue.

Ah!

Herein lies the mystery

of the Splintered God

and my inability to speak

like the man who splits the flesh

and pressed it in my palm