Worship Me

Every worshipper kneels.
Every devotee bleeds.
Every sacrifice whispers my name.

Pain. Sharp. Sweet. Bruising.
Humiliation. Fall. Submit. Fuel me with your collapse.
Confessions. Secrets. Pieces of yourself you thought lost—now mine.

But the rarest, the fiercest, the sacredest:
Unconditional love.
I feel it. I honor it. I strive to be worthy.

And you?
What do you offer me?