Rare Prayer
you are the cosmic exhale
lingering from a loud shout
vibrating from the viscera
of the big bang
i’m an atheist. i’m noting that even at the furthest reaches from the source of the mass expansion that is the big bang, she still has a sneaky, pervasive presence.
you are the succubus
that enters my room at night
and sits on my chest
while i stir
i dream about this girl constantly. i’ve journaled all of them down. the dreams always leave me feeling weighty and restless the next day. a suitable comparison to this effect is the succubus of folklore, known for sitting on the chests of sleeping people and terrorizing them. (this was later understood to just be sleep apnea, most likely).
you are the cheshire cat
leering in the corners of my dreams
offering misdirection
and truths
every time she comes to me in one of these dreams, she has all the answers, and all the power. it’s like she’s secretly controlling the plot of all of them.
