God said to fight the good fight, so I fought, and it was good.
Abel, we have been on the precipice of each other all our lives. We bruise our tongues on each other’s names, always ready to light our sleeves on fire for an offering, always ready to spit blood out the sides of our mouths.
I hope someday it looks less like gasoline when it hits the concrete.
We shoved each other up against walls and called it anger, called each other by our own damn names, didn’t know how to feel when we started to answer to them.
Abel, I loved you first, and with your blood on my hands, I have ensured that I also loved you last.
Let this be my covenant to you, my sacred vow:
When I write poems about your body, I swear I am talking about your corpse.
Abel, I wear your clothes so that I may know what it means to be inside you.
Abel, the mark of Cain is a bruise sucked into my throat.
We always said we wanted the story where our bones were buried side by side, back to back, but I didn’t mean it like this, I never wanted to be the one doing the burying.
Selfish, maybe, the desire to write the version of the story where I got to die first, but humor me, Abel.
In this paragraph, you are the one who is alive, and I am the one rotting and making the land more fertile.
God said to make good on my promises, so I made promises, and they were good.
God said good riddance, so I walked out the door, and it was good
noun. how to make a murder: take your fears and all the bad things that happened to you and put them between the hollows of your ribs. let them simmer, sew them with the fragile muscle of your heart together. let it grow. learn the taste of dust and blood. pray. hunt. repeat.
verb. be afraid. be always afraid. be afraid to kill someone you love. be afraid to have no control over your senses. be afraid of your hands around their throat. be afraid of yourself.
origin. Cain killed Abel because God asked him for a blood sacrifice and he gave what he loved most. The first human born. The first human to die.