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lithium AVa 12:15 wanting is disgusting i promise you i wanted to be anything for you i wanted to be your prophet i wanted to swallow your ammunition i want to feel the heat of your lithium breath static— chasing after you in the parking garage my temperature rose and it felt like the closest i will ever be to heaven i promise you im beyond this but i swear i feel so ******* electric i am the corrupted woman because i fall short of what the church asks of me i am the bruise in your purity because i wanted you to take off my —1 timothy 2:8–10 branded underwire bra and let the pressure of your body on top of mine crack my ribcage like a blown fuse i wanted you to pull the trigger i’ve already drowned in holy water and it burned my circuits, the smell it made was putrid and my body became hazardous pull it until every last wire in my heart frayed and you have to trace the fault to an open in the main line the disgusting woman i am, 480 volts replacing the blood that should circulate from head to toe make me sin i spend my sunday mornings in the lab and some days i want to crawl out from under the door and put down the cold steel instruments used as an attempt to rewire myself my warning label reads timothy 6:20 lowercase t because i never thought of him worthy enough to be considered a name, a proper noun for what never was the writing speaks timothy 6:20 “timothy, guard what has been entrusted to your care. turn away from godless chatter and the opposing ideas of what is falsely called knowledge” my warning label condemns timothy the true son of faith because i am the daughter of science but my father is gods child and i crafted a new generation that defies slavery to the teachings of the generations before me i had a hard time getting along with paul the real creature of lust who can’t keep his hands to himself and if you read my user manual my new testament is written on the front pages with the first letter of my Name, Capitalized, recognized as a Noun i wanted to be eve before the forbidden hunger— the appetite that breaks saints when i spent my last sundays with the congregation i wore the same bra under my blouse with the timothy label that read, “women should dress themselves modestly and decently in suitable clothing . . . with good works, as is proper for women who profess reverence for g-od.” bodies colonized by catholicism the new status quo that is woman exclusive i tried to memorize the catholic prayers but i zoned out retracing the article i read the night before where pope francis accuses Chilean church ****** abuse Victims of slander the article read “francis reopened the wounds of the scandal in 2015 when he named barros, a protege of karadima, as bishop of the southern diocese of Osorno. karadima’s victims say barros knew of the abuse, having seen it, but did nothing. barros has denied the allegations.” the pope speaks “The day they bring me proof against bishop barros, I’ll speak,” francis said. “There is not one shred of proof against him. It’s all calumny. Is that clear?” i tried to burn their incense because i thought it couldnt hurt as much but i couldn’t take the pressure of the smoke filling up my lungs there was a time where us non believing young lovers stopped inside a church in the mall to attend a shorter service and i think i cried the whole time before the end of what once was i think that when our hands met for the first time you taught me God the first person to love unconditionally without asking for more i learned that resurrection was not in the palms of a higher being but that of the engineer, who was truly adam the perfect image not of god, but one of devotion to his creation, and the story of adam and eve not defined as tragic but a blessing of chaos and order the service was interrupted with my daydreams of other versions of us building civilizations and citadels from the ruins found by astrophysicists on mars where you are allowed to be adam and eve and eat without shame i thought that shame of being human could be shed in the hands of a beautiful girl with a utility knife surrendering it to adam’s grasp though he was never built for it he is my religion
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
avaissuperdupersilly
lithium
lithium AVa 12:15 wanting is disgusting i promise you i wanted to be anything for you i wanted to be your prophet i wanted to swallow your ammunition i want to feel the heat of your lithium breath static— chasing after you in the parking garage my temperature rose and it felt like the closest i will ever be to heaven i promise you im beyond this but i swear i feel so ******* electric i am the corrupted woman because i fall short of what the church asks of me i am the bruise in your purity because i wanted you to take off my —1 timothy 2:8–10 branded underwire bra and let the pressure of your body on top of mine crack my ribcage like a blown fuse i wanted you to pull the trigger i’ve already drowned in holy water and it burned my circuits, the smell it made was putrid and my body became hazardous pull it until every last wire in my heart frayed and you have to trace the fault to an open in the main line the disgusting woman i am, 480 volts replacing the blood that should circulate from head to toe make me sin i spend my sunday mornings in the lab and some days i want to crawl out from under the door and put down the cold steel instruments used as an attempt to rewire myself my warning label reads timothy 6:20 lowercase t because i never thought of him worthy enough to be considered a name, a proper noun for what never was the writing speaks timothy 6:20 “timothy, guard what has been entrusted to your care. turn away from godless chatter and the opposing ideas of what is falsely called knowledge” my warning label condemns timothy the true son of faith because i am the daughter of science but my father is gods child and i crafted a new generation that defies slavery to the teachings of the generations before me i had a hard time getting along with paul the real creature of lust who can’t keep his hands to himself and if you read my user manual my new testament is written on the front pages with the first letter of my Name, Capitalized, recognized as a Noun i wanted to be eve before the forbidden hunger— the appetite that breaks saints when i spent my last sundays with the congregation i wore the same bra under my blouse with the timothy label that read, “women should dress themselves modestly and decently in suitable clothing . . . with good works, as is proper for women who profess reverence for g-od.” bodies colonized by catholicism the new status quo that is woman exclusive i tried to memorize the catholic prayers but i zoned out retracing the article i read the night before where pope francis accuses Chilean church ****** abuse Victims of slander the article read “francis reopened the wounds of the scandal in 2015 when he named barros, a protege of karadima, as bishop of the southern diocese of Osorno. karadima’s victims say barros knew of the abuse, having seen it, but did nothing. barros has denied the allegations.” the pope speaks “The day they bring me proof against bishop barros, I’ll speak,” francis said. “There is not one shred of proof against him. It’s all calumny. Is that clear?” i tried to burn their incense because i thought it couldnt hurt as much but i couldn’t take the pressure of the smoke filling up my lungs there was a time where us non believing young lovers stopped inside a church in the mall to attend a shorter service and i think i cried the whole time before the end of what once was i think that when our hands met for the first time you taught me God the first person to love unconditionally without asking for more i learned that resurrection was not in the palms of a higher being but that of the engineer, who was truly adam the perfect image not of god, but one of devotion to his creation, and the story of adam and eve not defined as tragic but a blessing of chaos and order the service was interrupted with my daydreams of other versions of us building civilizations and citadels from the ruins found by astrophysicists on mars where you are allowed to be adam and eve and eat without shame i thought that shame of being human could be shed in the hands of a beautiful girl with a utility knife surrendering it to adam’s grasp though he was never built for it he is my religion
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