On Deliverance

Sophie Moss

and then the confession. a covetous thing, the bare–knuckle bleed into light.

when the end arrived, a man took down his wings and turned to face it. he was so beautiful that night, a porcelain deconstruction of sin. let us meet back there, darling. at the mouth of the collapse. find the crack and sneak up inside it. let us inseminate it. do not leave me in the beyond, where memory is my only language. do not leave me just the strum of death’s starving melody.

take me as a lover to bed, i say. i say, i say, i say. kiss me and watch the gods take shape.

Sophie Moss is a human underneath the hunger. Find her on Instagram @sophiemosswrites.