my body is an apology,
paying off debts that
I don't owe. my body
is tired, thankless,
an empty pit, a broken
mirror, a monument to all
my sin. a church to save,
but nobody saves me.
they lay me to rest in
my coffin of rot, my pits
of self-loathing and they
leave me there. they
believe I deserve it.

I believe
I deserve it.