/ˈsakrəlij/
Noun
1 violation or misuse of what is regarded as sacred.This is what they called it when you stepped into her room.
When you creeped your way on to ground that you didn't even know about till yesterday .It's too messy to get caught paying for it.
To accept no as the final answer to a questionnaire you know your gonna fail.So you just slip pass her guards,
Already up after the last hardships she had to swallow.Her Father ? Too drunk to see it.
Her Mother? Wouldn't believe it.
Her Uncle?.... He was just hungry,
But didn't want to go out to eat.Besides why go out when innocents is the only meal you can cook at home.
Can Find at home
Can Raise at homeA dish sacred to only a few these days.
He partakes from her soul daily.
Stuffing her every day with the things he wish he heard as a child.From basic "I love you's"
To complex games of "Im so Proud of you"
He stuffed her with smiles that she would miss later.
Would wish he didn't touch there,then
Didn't show his Pearly whites while doing it.
Leaving her only with the bones to hide in her closet.Only able to find some semblance of meat;
After he went from the streets,
To a leaky coffin where his teeth could never reach her.But ...
You...
Don't consider this.
Don't stop to care.Just want her to take your apple
From the tree you took ages to grow.
To know some fragment of pleasure of the bits it takes to get to the center.No matter how broken the bits leave her
No matter the pain, shame, or "false claims" she clings to after the police deems them all lies.You...
are willing to strip what little bone she put back under the meat,
For the vultures to feast on.As you watch.
Laughing.
Watching as you work turns the last of this sacred meal,
Into just another scorch pile of bones
for them to misuse.
As if it was never considered /ˈsakrəlij/
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Making up for Spelling Bees
PoesíaPoetic pieces defining the day to day words that we the people fail to comprehend, and therefore getting lost in a world that praises the darkest things.