Poetry

Lucifer’s Milk

I didn’t want apples

Nor ciders

The beauty of the Eden didn’t draw me close

The red fruit was far too haunting

I wanted Lucifer’s milk.

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Every night I kneeled

Arms outstretched

Neck elongated

Grasping on his tree trunk

As he fed me his tasteless milk.

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His seed of life he called it.

They same reason Adam was banished?

Only this time I didn’t disobey

He never told me not to drink of it

Or did He?

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So I sucked like my life depended on it

Salivating in its anticipation

Eclipsing in its aura

As the liquid flowed down my chin

Dripping on my guilt-laden floor.

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It is dawn again

But Lucifer didn’t disappear

Like the ancient book said he would.

He is lying beside me

Snoring gently, right by my side.

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I know he is taking me to hell

I imagine my skin peeling

Engulfed in eternal flames

But I’m far too used to his milk

Dripping down my chin, in the dead of his night.

Written by Foxydevil

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