almost pretty.

viii. exorcism

was this body changed forever
when it witnessed that filthy sin?
did its soul exit with every victim's
and leave it vacant for me to move in?

i am no human, i am no girl
some foul spirit searching for a new home
reading between the lines from my dark centre
touching nothing and scraping bone

i took the reins from that young girl
bleached, battered, burned her form
wrenched it into my own evil doll
raised her grace to cloven hooves and horns

i have not been myself for quite some time
i have smoked and fucked what she wouldn't bear
her skin has worn, her ribs emerged
her skull has emptied, her pretty teeth bared

holy water burns her like hydrochloric
cathedrals itch and father karras falls
a little theft feels like purpose and good
a gentle kiss draws her sinner's awe

the boys and girls, i make them cry
they cannot grasp the good inside
this little girl's body, all twisted and torn
heaven is closed, but my eyes shine