Blót

You come to me, having hacked your heart into 24 pieces,
covered them in cocoa powder and placed them in a box.

You say there is power in being vulnerable,
naked holding a shield you stand before me as if I am your war.
Since the beginning of time people have flung themselves upon altars,
some of stone,
some of flesh.

And I wonder which one you think I am.

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