An Ode to People Who Loved Midnight Mass

A poem

Midnight Mass still

Your love is tainted
like an awkward stare
amid my soliloquy,

yes, I drank your blood,
the chalice was cold,
you were saving it for later

but it tasted so sweet
I couldn't resist
bursting into flames

to prove suicide
can be kind.

--

--

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Jay Sizemore

Jay Sizemore

Provocative truth teller, author of 19 poetry collections. Cat dad. Dog dad. Currently working from Portland, Oregon. Learn more at: Jaysizemore.com.