Thursday, July 21, 2016


Forgive me father, for I have sinned
I have fallen into capitalism and am 
tired of searching for 
blood in the 

My children have forgotten your name
But I am not sorry.

I lie in filth
Blood frothing with every cough
There are no answers for me
Alas, I have more questions!

Where is my love when the 
world has gone cold?
Where is my hope in a god
that is dead?

People stopped believing
I stopped caring

I met a man the other day
I wanted to be his bride
My ring lies in a 
thousand pieces
Scattered around my shower drain

I still feel his warmth beside me
Feel him inside me
Gripping my skin

Oh blessed father
I live in sin
I believe you hold no salvation
My blood smears these pages
Sanctifying my signature

I am the forsaken.

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