Her life is tinted
behind fractured forgiveness,
scattered syringes,
she clutches her pendant whilst
making collect calls to the heavens.
She falls to her knees to
repent her transgression,
pleading to the trinity,
woefully weeping because
she knows repentance does not
enclose acceptance.
—
10/1/23
12:26 PM
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