She Excommunicated the Church
A poem about a girl
Feb 21 · 1 min read
The quivering tales that rest just under her skin
would keep you up for days
The way they shut her questions outdoors
in the cold wet snow
left to be buried next to the dead
was just like them to do.
She knew this.
And yet here she is today, unraveling
unkempt
and still asking,
“How can we fix this?”
Saschia Johnson
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