she thought he grasped
every atom inside of her
so gently
that surely she would break


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but he kept her all together

one day,
if you think
to find me
i will not be

on the seventh day
the butterfly wing pages
covered in holy script
would wrap around
an insidious tongues sermon
pressing her heart to confess
to dark watchful eyes
its ungodly shape

fingernail made moons
bled her supplication
colored the pale, deaf air
with a desperate repentance
too garish and late
for them to ever deem her
worthy of being saved

along her raw fragile skin
temptations filth still crawled
sin too scarlet to be washed
to pay forgiveness' price
her body was to be tithed
the crimson covered over after
by her favorite wool white
Sunday Best dress

Men
Made me promises
When I was young
And new
They didn't keep
Because they had known
No one would blame 'em
When I felt old
And used

we are the south pole
of different magnets
that will never come
t   o   g   e    t    h   e   r
now go attract a north

so that when you are lost, I can get lost with you too.