Lucifer Sculpture

I was never your Lucifer sculpture -
never had any feathers to lose.
You carved my mouth out of shadows,
pressed my silhouette into your myths.
You called me the blaze behind your broken stained glass,
when I was only ever the quiet hearth
tending my own small fires.
You wanted me to fall so badly
just so you could rise above me.
But I was born down here in the dirt;
I had no wings to scorch,
no devil feathers to shed,
no heaven in my heart to be hurled from.
Still, you named constellations after me,
draped curses over uncarved marble
to give it a shape you could worship or blame.
So I learned to walk out from under it,
leaving behind the dust of your expectations.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Wow. Strong writing! This requires reading again and again. For someone made up of moonlight you can certainly dip into dark places. The more I read this the more I love it. Wish I knew the inspiration.