Blinded, I Lead You To Beauty – Hestia N/A

In heaven we become children nestled into towers of ureteral discharge
Brows crowned in sand blasted copper coils
Eyes split into thirds
Hair fizzles into incense and dust
We are moved across gradients of light and dark by the bloodied hands of the angel of death
When we cry it’s from joy
We are skinned like deer, our flesh is no longer needed
Heaven’s discarded waste
The eyes of angels are filled with endless salt flats
Their halos are made from rotten viscera
One’s body is torn away until all that’s left is our ashy residue in God’s mortar bowl