What are your multiplied sacrifices to me?

Don’t you see
this scarlet trail
is for you to follow?

I pour out
a path
not taken.

Why do I suffer
licking dogs, the incessant
buzzing of flies

if not for you?
My body’s a banquet. Come
feast at new moon until full

then burn what’s left
outside the city walls
or wherever the heavy smoke

will carry, fill your nostrils.
Might I then be inside you
and fearless?

Published by asaur