lilith asked val, who art thou?

with old language

just because.

something lingering, something reminding

a memory refusing to go away.

maybe. redemption is here, maybe

lilith and rouge were bff

because it was the only thing that

made sense

in a chaotic tide: don’t look at me

a knight who lost

his armor slurps the honey

off his helmet

because he had a dozen of reasons

to have some honey – life.

oh. so you have enlightenment now eh?

sweet. sweet. sweet sugar

to cast away demons from yesterday

and the glory becomes just a label,

of pride.

when maybe. it wasn’t.

when the devil tells lies

through lips not mine, or yours.

and gatekeepers no longer linger

or remind – of today.

when yesterday and tomorrow

becomes a rushing tide

breaking dam.

can’t hold.

too much. life.

and then rouge smiled, ain’t i right?

when the dices are rigged … …

with flesh.

flesh yearning for sugar

so sweet

it smoked me up –

when i drank from the cup.

it’s like yesterday’s memory

finally redeeming –