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his gun inside my throat
And hand holding my face
he swore to love me
and then took me off the gallows

he left me in the morning
holding someone else’s hand
breaking all vows he made with my heart
but never really signed his name
This is Scene 11 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.
She waited for him by the lake
After he promised to meet her there
But he was lying naked on my couch
after he was done fueling this affair

She has no idea about why and when he touched me
but she will wear a wedding ring, with his name on it
so I wore his marks like rubies and diamonds, for one last time
before his touch becomes foreign
This is Scene 10 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.
His eyes undressed me before his hands could
I stood there bare, naked
While his hands held me by my hairs
And lips touching mine

He said, “this is for everything we had,
I’ll never know someone like you again
But I promise to find you in another life
Where I actually falls in love with you”

Skin on skin, he was my angelic boy
Until I saw that letter, an invitation to my funeral
He was a god I always prayed on my knees
But this time he wanted me to say goodbye
This is Scene 9 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.
Every mark on my skin was like a flower in the garden
he painted me in red roses, bite marks and bruises
A sign of his devotion towards me
He always left a note before leaving in the morning

Every night I was his vessel, to carry both our sins
he always returned to fuel this burning fire
and ever since a letter arrived at my door
I found myself consumed by the thoughts of losing him
This is Scene 8 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.
He undressed me like as if he waited for years
Standing in front of a mirror
and tracing his fingers on every vein of my body
That night he was mine and I belonged to him
He let me wear the holy marks he engraved on my skin
Candles started to fade out but we were just getting started

On the couch, by the fireplace
Sharing a little space after he was done experimenting
I looked into his eyes and presented my case and said
“I will let you ruin me again if you promise to never leave”
Only for him to turn down my plea
And left after thanking for turning his summer green
This is Scene 7 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.
I allowed him to enter my house
He hung his leather jacket on a hanger
And pushed me against the wall
Where rests a portrait of us two
From a time when we went on a trip

He smiled and then blessed me with a kiss
Threw me on the couch and slowly unbuckled his belt
Rushed his hands to take off the cloths
Held me closer into his arms
And undressed me with each kiss
This is Scene 6 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.
He appeared out of the fog
Once I was done reading the letter
I was crying my eyes out
When he said it had to be this way

“Tell me what my crime is” I pleaded
He leaned in and wrapped me around in his arms
And said “I don’t feel the same way you do,
My integrity will only bring shame on your love”

Why out of all the times now?
When I was just starting to feel the summer
He brought drought in my beautiful land
With a letter that he should have never sent
This is Scene 5 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.
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