hollow is the only way to be hallowed
scoop out my insides
make me pure again
hang me to rot on a cross
so that i may regain my holiness
father, father
a consecrated knife to carve holes into the dirty parts of me
holy water to infect the wounds
father, father
the virgin mary has no time for me any longer
tie my rosary around my neck
allow me to choke on the divinity
allow my blood to be wine
my flesh to be bread
father, father
suffering is the closest thing to be had to purity
make me bleed until my skin spews ichor
make me holy
make me holy
please, lord
make me holy
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Grape Soda
PoetryWARNING: this book contains explicit topics such as abuse, rape, homophobia, transphobia, etc. if any of these things bother you DO NOT READ. i use these poems to cope with trauma.
