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hello, world. this is a poem i've been working on, i don't think it's done yet. it has some troubling topics; so if you aren't fond of religious trauma, CSA, or child predation then it may be wise to skip this one. thank you for reading my disclaimer, world.
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This experience;
dolling up for mass,
she, snapped up with white plaits
“Good grief and alas.”
Yet, witness the ‘Sunday best’ shitstain
crippled having a cranial baptism
dip into confession and relieve himself
and make amends, Christ warrior,
for new basking in the son.
This is a hymn, an exclamation.
This experience;
swatting at copies of identical Bibles
The rapture sputtered and cried
from the lips of a dripping child.
Cracked open ‘young woman’, her swift nails insufficient
Squealing mercy, squirming mercy
lies taut and chokes in weeping,
The basher’s backstage Magdeline
One of many, tender-scarred karmic rebound
The figments spit in out-of-bounds locale.
This is a message; it will repeat itself.
This experience;
She, classed-up christened skank
fallen low with denim chains
just desperate for deliverance.
Deprivation of the lamb
salt-foot prancing in circles
ringed cherubim rotation on a finite wavelength,
jaw clamped shut over the tail's apex.
inter-linked, your screen devotee.
This is a prayer, my exclamation.
This experience;
an ulterior earth, new timeline of love
with discrete yet screamed redemption.
The staying of the girl-child
She, chastity forgone
She, led on
via farcical shepherd.
Stained crook, indifferent flock.
This is a sign; this is a pattern.