Eye-******
by the
Pastor's Daughter

On Christmas Eve
With the rest of the
fair-weather Christians
it's the most wonderful
time of year
To pretend you care
about someone
other than yourself
just believe
in something
greater
and fake
infinity
for a minute

I'm pretty sure
There's a ring around her finger
Like the wreath around
some Savior
or whatever
her Dad was saying
in service
about some symbol of
love
being everlasting
being everlasting
Like a mirror
looking into a mirror
Staring down your own soul
and judging

In the background
I feel her at the back
of my head
she's staring me down
her sights are set
she's locked and loaded
she's racing
some sin circus
in my
Unraveling mind
She's begging me
to start unwrapping
her clothes
like a Christmas present
moaning
ripping
and tearing
her *******
off
like bows
on the gift
of transgressions

I look back to an empty pew
and the ghosts of
my past and future
temptations.