Crying suicidal tears
upon an ivory sink.
Smashing the mirror with my fist,
shattering my image.
The black blood that
boils within my heart.
This is to be forsaken by my Lord.

Helpless, naked in the storm
feeding on maggots and mud.
******* with the horses in their stalls.
This is to be forsaken by my Lord.

To sleep with the enemy every night.
To facilitate his talons entry to my soul.
To envy the deceased.
This is to be forsaken by my Lord.

I am the mother.
I am the root of sin.
Endless cycle of decay.
Putrid anti-beauty horror.

Found, never forgotten.
Shame into contrition.
Fear into trust.
Kept, acknowledged and forgiven.

This is to be known by my Lord.