I see you there
falling in love with her brokenness
wanting to be her savior
casting demons from her
so she’ll prostrate herself at your feet
like some sort of Mary Magdalene
There will be no
second coming for you
no resurrection
though you imagine yourself a god among men
She is far stronger and wiser
than a table full of men will ever give her credit for
both sinner and saint
she will never ask forgiveness
for the destruction men have left her with
and she needs no saving from you
Skin
stretched thin
by years of feeding gluttonous demons
who refuse to be satiated
Liver
scarred by an unquenchable thirst for transgressions
found in the bottom of bottles
Pray
say the righteous
as they attempt to cover a multitude of sins
with purported piety
Save
your knees for sexual improprieties
I am not frightened by the idea of everlasting nothingness
when the path I walk in life
is paved with monsters
Cotton sheets snap in the breeze
ghosts dancing in tandem
fibers infused with hyacinth carried on the spring air
I sink my toes into the cool clover
and watch cloud shadows race across the ground
Sunshine burns the part in my hair
and just for a minute
this is heaven
When the robins arrive
bring me pansies
to signal the arrival of spring
and bring light to a soul
left dark by too many weeks of winter
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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