warning: religion and gore described
every morning, i scrub my mouth out with Hail Marys and Our Fathers, gargle them with a Glory Be and choke on holiness until the plastic halo's finally settle in my lungs
every sunday i let my body rot in a confession steeple, until the priest starts to cry
every sunday i scrape prayers off my tongue until every word i speak is a broken version of Hallelujah
every sunday i string the cross around my neck with morbid practice, i clasp my hands and move my lips with eerie rendition
god visits me in my dreams and calls me a whore, the angels make me gag around their flowery scent i beg for them to make it go away but they hold me down on top of the clouds and rip out my lungs
ill fill my bathtub with holy water and melt into the plastic foundation
i told my father yesterday that i want to rip off my fingernails sometimes and he gave me a bible
god bless.
