they tell me in order to cope and live again
that i'll a repentance, a metanoia of sorts
forgiveness for my wretched heart
or my sins
tear yourself apart, they say
we know you already feel it, there's no need to resist
i could shove scriptures down my throat
the ink blackening my tongue
as dark as my mind and soul
which have been tarnished on a level that's out of control
as though self punishment
will atone for all my wrongdoings
as though i do not already spend too much time
covering the bruising of my
hurts and mistakes
-religious guilt
YOU ARE READING
rage
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