with pomegranate stained lips,
i feast onto temptation
my head gets wrapped around
the so persuasive, enthralling whispers
in my ears by serpents and i suddenly feel sick and dizzy with a false sense of femininity
i make such a foolish attempt to scream, yet the virgin mary looks at me with such contempt, stuffing my mouth with bibles and dead lilies
women hold hands and dance in a circle in a field of dead white roses chanting and singing hymns with bloody feet
im tied to the cross, being stripped raw of any sense of identity i have left
crows feast onto what was once left
i wail, i weep, i whimper
i am now holy
