I ate the prayer

Layer after layer, through teeth and truth.
Bones that trip and slip under.
Down into the briny wonder.
I ate the prayer.
Closed the eyes, for tomorrow will never see.
Bring that illusion back.
Roll back the time.
Sucking up event horizons and riverbed pebbles.
Milky chalk to wash the medicine down.
I ate the prayer.
Laid out on copper plates and paper trays.
Flung from hell and the devil’s lips.
That kissed and took me under.

05/09/202105/09/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: god, prayer, satanTags: ate, devil, divine, eating, god, kiss, lips, poem, Poetry, prayer, religion, satan, sea, time, tomorrow, water 2 Comments