I cut away something dear,
heard it crack and break.
I betrayed my faith.
Exposed tender flesh,
To prepare for the future.

Gods demand a bargain.
Is this the payment?
Or
Is this the hubris?
Only time will tell.

I worship a chained shapeshifter.
Some argue that she would be satisfied.
That he would find amusement in my choice.
But I cut away their symbol on my form,
Pushed ver away so symbolically.

I feel empty from the lack.
Bare in a different way.
Unclean.
the dead skin is symbolic,
of the taint on my soul.