tw: religious trama
go to church,
it ran through my ears and i tried to bury my thoughts.
enter the wooden door engraved with a man to follow.
pray,
pray for your sins.
all eyes turn to me.
every pupil in stained glass,
dilates with each breath i take.
a saint glares.
repent.
i feel my face turn red like wine.
a bead of sweat trapped beneath my thigh.
why are they looking?
it must be the shag look of my ruffled sunday attire,
or maybe,
they could see my greatest sin.
temptation is irresistible.
i know what i was taught.
Leviticus.
"man shouldn't lay with man."
but damn did i just want to hold her hand.
i am a sinner.
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