Aphrodite · Poetry and Prose

Bleeding red like the Silken Sheets

A small devotional poem for Aphrodite. Her more violent aspects are a new-found passion of mine.

My Lady of Crimson, I beg of you

Slit my throat.

For the love you have bestowed unto my heart,

and the hatred that bubble in my chest,

It threatens to boil over.

Oh Areia, the threat of violence isn’t enough.

It’s a cry too loud and a scream too piercing

and without the passion of your embrace

I could crumble.

For Mercy’s sake, my Lady of Crimson,

Slit my throat.


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