Testimony

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Bless me father…
staring down — judging
and all you do is hang there
waiting to rise again

As it was in the beginning…
guilt eats me up from the inside
I know who I am — you just won’t let me be it
you make me choose a side

Hail Mary, full of grace….
she never did what I did
late at night, early in the morning.
Joseph trusted her, was it ever love…?

And the smoke fills the air, her hair, their eyes
she opens her wrists to let the pain out
to silence the saints

…God forbid