Demon of the Aureate Iris

By Savannah from This Too is Holy

Bend and break me

by your will,

Demon of the Aureate Iris.

I am exalted inside the

solar flare

floodlight stare

smoldering beneath the eddying shadows.

I sold my soul

to forfeit control.

Complete supplication.

Domination.

Hands grip my neck,

corporeal possession.

A chalice bared

for desecration.

Split me.

Afflict me.

Press the air from my lungs,

and constrict me.

Skin in fever.

Needles that crucify

on the blasphemous pyre

of pleasure and pain.

Lashed upside down,

an immolation of need.

With no breath,

I can finally breathe.

Take this burden,

in the name of the Father.

I am the lamb,

you are the slaughter.