i.
Holy water burned my skin.
Scripture tasted foreign on my tongue,
Like lies and ashes and cemetery dirt.
Sunday was my least favorite day.
ii.
I turned my palms to god a thousand
Times under a thousand skies.
She still died.
He still left a graveyard between my thighs.
iii.
People think angels are pure.
But we burn, and are burned by,
Everything we touch.
Keep your distance.
-Writes with a Fist
https://writeswithafist.tumblr.com/post/163469381829/i-holy-water-burned-my-skin-scripture-tasted
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The Melody of Damnation
PoetryA collection of poems taken from various writers on tumblr all pertaining to angels and demons. This is a second collection, after the first "The Rhythm of Immortality," which deals with the Greek gods.
