The Peristaltic Journey of a Goddess (First Draft)

The Peristaltic Journey of a Goddess

I saw the abyss
Where two bearded white men playing chess
(One was named Shakespeare and the other one ...
He had so many names, I can’t remember even one)
were talking about me and Lady Macbeth.
Was I gasping for air?
Lady Macbeth said “Unsex me here”
I heard a cry for moral order somewhere
I wasn’t gasping for air
I was drowning in blood
(an attempt at decency, for
they are actually putrid juices)
Don’t call me a whore!
I am Jezebel
Lady Macbeth is just unfulfilled lust
while I, I am the climax of all your sighs and desires
Lady Macbeth is nothing but a glorified gorgon
I am divine
I will take you to the promised land
taste angel-sweet hymns
suck on luscious-saccharine halos
Lady Macbeth is cruel
I am merciful
I will let you chew on my flesh when ravenous
Lady Macbeth and the ridiculous way she just ... faded
nothing but a wretched shadow that ate itself.
While Me, Jezebel, I
flew out of the open window ...
now being digested in this bitch’s brew,
getting ready to be excreted as a goddess,
who will lead all to a delicious kind of burning.