inside feels like the
drippings of hot candle wax
the kind that kisses the
cold of neglected altar tops
inside feels like angry fire
the burning fervor of
pentacostal light that
singes the flesh of unfaithful hearts
i say a prayer to
crucify the adolescent ache
lord, christen this sinner-saint
i pay penance for
sins not mine
while i was yet unborn
swollen body battered in
the sanctuary
this is the
impossible baptism
where water can't
cleanse the inside stains
i am hell
god,
mother,
why have you forsaken me?
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