MORE

TITLE: "MORE"

AUTHOR: Oriane

ARTIST: Nika Klee

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND DEATH

With an oath carved on your pulse,

A cross marked me on the map of your heart.

I gave you my glistening stolen treasures,

And you told me they looked tarnished...

I built a shrine for your name and honor,

Trained my calloused hands to bleed for the better.

You asked me if I had more,

So I headed to the altar wearing forsaken rings.

I prayed until my words no longer had worth:

Venus pitied me from the poison lingering in your kiss,

Cupid played blind the moment that he saw me,

And You had asked for everything but to you I was nothing.

So I hung the ropes from the slanted ceiling;

The knots in my throat tightened,

As you stood from the corner of my room, whispering

“More”.

You said that it wasn’t enough.

“More” became your lore, a law in corrupted politics,

A religion on the edge of your lips, burning beliefs

Always ready to sink down my every ship.

You worshiped it, you adorned it

With the jewels of love you had kept from me.

An idolatry that fed people’s greed,

And their constant covetous needs.

And even when I was on the edge of the cliff

The wind sighing a hushed breath,

Your touch haunted my skin with familiar tremors

That told me that even my offering of Life was not enough.

And when I was on my dirt-sunken knees

With my beating organ in my hands and a thousand pleas

The world told me in the reflection of your serrated blade

A prophecy that came with a cost to be paid.

Written in the Bible of Fate, in the Title of Faith,

That to this world,

My love would never be enough,

And my presence would always be too much.