Drops

This I know:
if true Sovereignty exists,
if there be Majesty here,
if Divinity walks this world
it is Feminine.

In 1995 I was 24 years old.

One night, not unlike many other nights, I put a small amount of my blood into a glass. Not much more than a taste, but even a taste is incredibly potent, enough to send me away to bliss.

What was different about this night is that I was distracted. When I returned a few minutes later, I lifted the glass to my lips.

The blood had become a partly solid, partly jellified mass. As soon as this clotting blood touched my tongue, it was so repulsive that I fucking puked violently right there in my living room.
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I have wondered for a while, How does my Queen view coagulated blood?
Is there a relationship? Of any kind? Does She regard it at all?
I never question Her.
But I have wondered.

This is what She just showed me:
A gardenia, freshly severed, 
on the floor beside Her throne.

©John Edward Smith Jr.

lux lucis Solitary of the Elixir 2026