Shannon's Dreams:
Roasted alive, the devils
eat of my meat, kidney pie.
Ribs glazed in oil, Eucharist
of Eve, shamanic death rebirth.
To become one with Satnanic
scions and Ha-Satan himselves.
The fork tines glint like a scar,
the knives are wolves' teeth.
Glimmer, chomp, eat, swallow.
The next night, Lucifer comes
to extract his heart, carrying me
aloft from bed in a halo of gold.
He lays me under him, comatose
kiss, and cuts open my rigid sternum,
reaches to the honeyed hive of my lungs
within my ribs of brass, wears the face
of my one true love, and extracts the Rubedo
Diamond, to fuse with the Tanzanite Stone
of Exile - Lucifer breathes heavily, our hearts
fused, Siamese twins, my husband's form his
decorum, and I hold my beloved to my breast
as we exhale and inhale in union, joined in the
holiest of cardiophore sacraments, and the Lapis
