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
bloody knuckles.

I strip naked and look
myself
in
the
eyes.
hold my undressed body in my own damn hands
in my own
damn gaze.

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
feels like

when you’ve never touched it before.

Power is the pleasure I was taught to warily
shrink

away from.

It is the
shuddering pleasure you know you are incapable of coaxing from my
sexy
sovereign splendorous
sober
soul.

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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