Mecca

Congregating above my head
I became far too willing
Grace has mistaken me for someone worthy
Golden shades cascaded onto my face as breath escaped me
Was it passion or fury that flowed through my teeth
Biting and scarring your skin?
What has been the fate of my idols?
They are forgotten
Forever dead
Will I become my own worst fear?
Yes, you will.
Yes, I will.