Sexy Sovereign Splendorous Sober
By. Moriah Dawn
You handed me a wine glass full of poison.
“Drink it,” you grinned. “Okay,” I replied.
The next morning I wake up.
I vomit up your toxins. “Bullshit hangover,” I mutter. I wipe the sick from
my truth—stained lips. punch a hole in the bathroom wall,
next to the mirror.
draw a heart around
my reflection, in the
red ink of my
I strip naked and look
hold my undressed body in my own damn hands
in my own
Leaving drops of red
over every finger—kissed inch of the me
in the mirror.
I am baptized in my own blood.
The detox is a shockwave. a tsunami. an orgasm.
I think I birth stars. I think this is what power
when you’ve never touched it before.
Power is the pleasure I was taught to warily
It is the
shuddering pleasure you know you are incapable of coaxing from my
So you hand me
a wine glass
full of poison. “Drink it,” you grin. “No.”
Moriah is a spiritual blogger, certified yoga teacher, and Enneagram 4 living near the Olympic mountains. She spends her days surrounded by crystals, journaling, yoga-ing, reading, hanging out in local coffee shops, exploring with her husband, and chasing her toddler.
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