 | Latest Poem: Extreme Unction |
| Through... I'm through... despairing this life's uncaring, un...un... holy-mother-of-god, no mother of man or f-f-f- unction -except to bleed, to eek out clots and bits of unformed brain and eye and... His penis perhaps? Her own womb within her own sacred chamber that now stands most silently. A ghost town. Her tender stomach, morning sickness. There's no... no mercy... Silently your slow drum tolled warnings- "I may not be coming to dinner," You chanted, the sky filling with thunder, his anger... Lord forgive me this day my trespasses... pardon me for being so rude, it wasn't me it was my food... thee, thou... YOU did this. Mysterious ways? whatever. sins of the father. I trespassed. I lusted. I spilled my seed. or thought I had, until she caught it. Made it grow. faults appear between us. The earth quakes. Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon! No god forgive me. hast my world ended? No. You brought hope. You committed that crime. While some Catholic fool chants ...quidquid deliquisti... into the uncaring night. |
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 | Poem Category: Anger |
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Extreme Unction by SpacedInvader (Jan. 19) |
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