Metanoia

[Ateri]

She awakens in the twilight,
face dusted in cold dew.
crouched beneath the pallor of an ivory full moon.
and out wet, shivering lips come
Righteous Incantations

A string of words entwined into the night air.
tears, sweat and spit brewed with stardust, stewing into a frustrated invocation.
seeking deliverance through
Righteous Incantations

And when the twilight has melted into rays of shying daylight,
she shambles into ratty sheets.
even in her dreams she forms the cross;
sacrificing ragged breaths to bring about curses so forceful her body ceases.
trembling with the force of
Righteous Incantations

They say pray without ceasing,
so she cooks with the Spirit.
oil, salt and cow’s tongue
thrown into the fiery depths of a cast iron pan,
while ardent words erupt from her jaw.
and in the heat of her Passion the food is forgotten.
the shrieking of the fire alarm like Church bells.
tendrils of smoke curling off the stove become the incense blessing each
Righteous Incantation

You want to push the Devil out of your Life,
but it seems He’s found purchase in your desperation.
wondering if you have been forsaken,
the bitterness bubbling underneath your nescience threatens to spill over in contempt.
cast you down from the place you found comfort.
hurl you from your notion of sanity.

Torment her until she becomes fiendish.
swollen with the vitriol of
Righteous Incantations