the stoning - Kylie Henderson

poetry ☆

poetry ☆

lamb, it’s here where

they threw the first stone:

do you renounce me?

renounce all of my works

and empty show?

your skin shone brightly

in the lamp-light,

heretical in its filigree–

oh how i had never asked

for this, for you and your

cyclical seduction and

draconian speech,

my mind goes numb

when your lips go down,

on me, brass digging

into my wrists,

touching me in ways

so anachronistic i may just

bleed out on this bed,

beg to be christened

on your skin.

faith misplaced and

put inside of you,

disguised as the altar–

sycophantic in nature but

sweet on my tongue.

take the glass and

break it, over my head,

use the shards to

cut my throat,

taste me in a way

more akin to faith,

drink me as a sacrament,

and i’ll lick what’s left

from your teeth,

trace your scars and

purify them upon my

fingertips–

it’s here where you’ll

become reborn

in a woman’s vision,

crucified upon

my very being,

my incessant pleasure

traded instead for

your full surrender.

my body molding yours

from flesh to metamorphic,

veins still palpable

in your new exterior.

it is upon your slate

where i’ll seek my

redemption, take the

pilgrimage from this

life into the after–

life leaving my body

as the stone strikes–

bludgeoning me

into an obedience

that one more hallowed

than i may have found a revival,

but ruination laments

from my autonomy, so

in the male gaze

of sanctity, i’ll impale

myself on the sword

of salvation, curse what they

deem as orthodox

and what i deem as

savagery, but all

still created in the light

of a god,

and in this light

i’ll drink from

the river of my blood

and hope i’ll be deemed

more worthy in death.


Kylie Henderson is a poet and student from Iowa City, Iowa studying English Publishing and Business Marketing at the University of Iowa. She co-founded Venus Magazine, a Romance literary magazine on campus, and is the PR Director for New Moon Magazine. After graduating in May, she hopes to work in book publishing and continue to write in her free time. You can find her on Instagram @renkyliee and TikTok @renkyliee!

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