#im going for sapphic frankenstien's monster if you couldnt tell

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I kissed his temple, what a wonderful word that is. Indeed he is to be worshipped, my temple to the god that is his soul.

I am a sinner praying at his feet, blessed to touch his sole to my lips if only to taste the ground he has walked on. Miles before me he has paced the earth and now I - a creature of abhorrence - have crossed paths with an angel. Our meagre lives past so different that I may dirty his clothes only by looking upon them.

A effervescent being, I lay a dog beside his throne for my ears only to perk at the sound of his voice. How blameless and kind he is only to grace me with his presence to allow me in the same room he is in, yet alone his periphery.

And still I press my lips to his skin, unafraid of reprimand for I know that in his eyes, we are the same. Our bodies only alike in the wars they have seen, but beneath run the twin-flame scars, the curse of otherness. He may be an angel but the fates were not kind enough to bless the world with recognition.

And, somehow, in his light I am holy, none of the filth I tracked in weighs on me now. Bathed of both the horrors I have witnessed and committed. Purged of all that has made me wrong. Forehead to forehead, chest to chest, palm to palm, and at long last I am whole