I sat alone, silent, clutching
god in front of me.
Locked in a staring contest
which I had lost six times
already.
I caressed his ruby eyes
the smooth dark skin
the grand clothes and
rich crown.
Like a lover.
I sniffed. Incense.
Bile and acid swirled
in my mouth,
waiting to be let out.
I lost again. Seven.
My fingers reached
his small nose, round eyes.
Bald head.
I cradled it, gently purring.
Closing my eyes.
I imagined its eyes finally moving
taking me in.
Planning its next move,
shooting the arrow it held.
In my throat.
And when I opened my eyes,
I smiled.
Seven to one.