She sighs and crosses her chest
with a father
son
and a holy
ghost
Her fingers speak her burden
to the world she is religious
in her soul
she is not
she has what she has got
no thing more
Still she yearns for that ubiquitous stain
of scarlet letter A
to give her one day of pleasure
that she can hide in her purse
and not confess
just carry it in her heart and know
that humans are natural sinners
and at least it is warm in hell.
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Wow, I really like this one Ande!
ReplyDelete... but too hot to handle, don't go there!
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, you only live once - why not!!
Liked it very much.
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