Reliquary

I had to learn to skin animals but instead practiced on myself after diving deep into the abyss of my soul, I surfaced with my tri-colored eyes alight in the illumination of self prophecy fates morn’ dawned bright flint-ed off the horizon the sun blazed, misery and reflect in the seven seas streaming from tempests eye I stretched out my dermis till a feather was thicker, it was then the calligraphy started a hundred thousand words later, I became concerned, my relic would perish with nothing to protect my legacy, times harsh hands crush the petals of my soul I pushed past the thirteenth rib. and pull out my heart, the seven seas having decimated to clear each chamber my words rest in a reliquary lined with love and I pass it to you for safe keeping namaste