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ii

And she knows religiosity runs off my back as easily as warm water from a shower head, 

Has always made me nauseous, fevered-- causing my insides to feel like a mush of rot and decay

Violation, perversion, insistence-- laced with ungodly masculine dominance.  

But I saw God in the curve of her cheekbones, the ethereal freckles that kissed her nose-- barely visible

And i thought perhaps I wanted to kiss her nose as well, her eyelids

Wanted to absorb the contents of her mind like a sponge-- to learn what a terrestial being could possibly possess to create such an impression

My own cynicism, haunting me-- bittersweet memories. 

I got blackout drunk on her character and her spirit and swallowed her life by the spoonful.

I left her lying in the dust--

A corpse, identical to my own