she might be the worst person in the world and i love her.

god loves lucifer, too.

o, fallen angel --

flaming red hair like hellfire,

eyes green as babylonian grass.

i think i love the devil.

does that make me devil worshipper

or does that make me god?

i want to forgive the way god forgives, yes,

but should god forgive us at all?

seraphim-induced delirium, kerosene shimmer, phosphenes like shooting stars --

the mortals are drunk on fantasy:

the opulence of heaven,

the believability of hell,

the aurora and the abyss

at the end of the world --

what if i told you we are made of the most primordial dust -- the dust of stars?

what if i told you eden was not a garden

but a labyrinth?

what if i told you god abandoned us

when she started asking questions?