Every word of disobedience
              comes with a cost.
Ceaseless wounds that never heal.
Forgotten words never shared.

A world made of  chemical reactions
                           and liquid presumptions,


and gravity..

Heating water on the stove to boil
                            away the skin.
Burn the memories. Shuffle them
                        away from the thinking.

Broken promises and lying vowels.
Shaking hands and nodding heads.

It's what it is.

Crucifix dangling from neck.
Rosary beads tightly held in hand.

Praying.

Words mumbled. God hears them
                           as clear as glass.
In the darkest hours, I refuse to change.

I wait for my grave. I picture
                  carved words on the
                                 headstone.
My name.
The dates of birth and death.

I will sleep in.

The entire weekend will be wasted.

The circle completes itself.
Every word of disobedience
              comes with a cost.