Holy Monsters

his hateful words
fly into my face
the froth of rage and ravagement
cover my being 
i’ll not forget the date soon

all exposed with my dress up 
this change from innocent to damaged goods
it hardens my soul
as a white trail of semen
rolls down my leg

this sunday he’d preached love
but i could only feel and say hateful things
in the rectory late in the day
my parents writhing in agony
me, cold and still afraid

15 thoughts on “Holy Monsters

    1. I feel the same way about “liking” a piece sometimes. Life is not always good nor is it always bad, it’s all there to be understood though. And so we write. Hopefully, it will resonate, bring about empathy or inspire. At least, I hope so. Thanks for the praise, Lorraine. ❤

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