When I was 5
I'd pray to a false god
His voicemail must've been full
He must've missed my calls because he never answered
Even if I sat in all his churches
The pastor would taunt me
"Just have faith"
The years went by
I stopped leaving God voicemails
My mom told me stories about the gods
Suddenly I had faith once again
I saw Odin
He appeared as a crow while it shit stormed outside
His crows would follow me around
You can call me a devil worshipper
For my love of pentagrams
But he made me feel safe
The more I learned
The more faith I had
Persephone came to me when I was full of violent emotions
She came to me as a feeling of peace
A calming Peace so foreign to me
So you can call them evil
You can call the gods satanic
But I've never felt so heard
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Brain Vomit
Poetrysilly little poems about my silly little thoughts. A lot of these are more ranty sounding than poem-y. I'm awful at descriptions and titles, I feel like to an extent I title my poems like Midwest emo songs I'm so sorry lmfao my target audience is p...
