Be My Guest / Spreading The Love / Week 5 / Day 1
Sun Kil Moon - Ghosts of the Great Highway - Lily and Parrots
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Original words by [HEATHER E.C. KOUROS ]
That spring I fell in love with a priest, and I prayed he’d leave his God for me. I scrubbed myself sin free clean and clamped down on my demons, until my motions became spotless. I spent May in the back of pick up trucks with the Southern Baptist Men, singing hymns while the rest of the town was split apart shingles and caved in doorframes, ripped out by atomic waves. I spent a summer sucking in my sickness, suffocating myself to emulate goodness. Mumbling mantras at midnite, choking on my teeth so I could whisper in His ear. All holy hell heaven overcome, undone, wondering why my blood beat harder underneath.
Cuz dark things stir in the souls who refuse to delight in their insides and violence is cast from pent up passion. Deep shadow pools, walking around like glass, a facet. As if there were the possibility for singular reflection.
See, baby, the problem with getting caught up in sin is that your soul speaks in syllables that know no silence. And your furnace won’t bend like the Godhead’s. Sweet heathen, your tiny explosions are the heavens gushing creation. And our Mother is hot and hungry, eating her own flesh, gnawing on her bones. And she heaves herself together again, and splits herself open at the seams, and pores herself through her cracks. And our beings are bodies cast from her own.