Gods become real today,

As human as you and I and her and him.

If the boys are gods what are girls if not their killers?

And what kills a god better than its humanity, and its ability to love, to torture, to tempt, to lose the belief we grant it.

To become one of us.

I kill a god everyday.

I take a deity from off its pedestal and make toys out of them, I take a cross from the alter and make it a tool. I give their gold bones the sinewy muscle of mundane. The natural hierarchy burns in the backyard with the old white church I used to praise.

And when their illusions are gone, when their halo's dim, what is left floating above their heads?

but mind in their crown and soul in their gut and flesh in their frame.

I'm no more real than you are.

I dress white to his funeral.

I hold my mamas veined hand,

I don't cry for him once.

Mama cries for someone else

she makes me a lemon cake and her rich honey tea and calls me her baby girl.

Anoints me with all of her best oils.

And puts on that Etta James we like so much.

I create a new garden and name it after our daddy.

And I sink into soil, not as rich as before but it's still mine.

I start again.

This flood is the cleanse.

And I learn that if the boys are gods what are the girls but their natural inevitable ends?

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So it's done. This is it, I've spent like 4 years on this??? Maybe 3?? Largely because didn't know how the hell to keep going but for those actually still reading this thanks?

And hope the ending wasn't too rushed or shit. But it's done and I wont have this weighing on my conscious anymore heheh

Thanks for the ride!

Love ya!

And peace.