Slack-jawed and starry eyed,
I drown in the stained-glass windows
and the silent gaze of Virgin Mary
enraptured, a hollow scream echoes.
I am Hell-bound, and
redemption is a lost plea
snuffed by the ringing of bells and endless pews.
My stained existence,
marred, tarnished and impure.
No God can save you, not a woman scorned.
Curiosity killed me – nine lives / one left.
Eight lifetimes of forged identity
and the last stripped bare, tainted by
wicked sin and condemnation in your discernible
eye filled with white fury;
Vile! Vile! Vile!
A putrid reflection blinks back in mirrored glass,
this madness is not my own but a swallowed fate.
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A Divine Lilith
PoetryA story of Lilith: Divine, as she was, as she is, as she will be. Who is Lilith? And what does it mean for a woman to exist in the world of Man and God? It has been said that before Eve, there was Lilith. Before li...
