Forgive Me Father
 
for I have sinned. 
It happened when it rained, one afternoon,
in the day long scar. It was the day
god sent rain to muffle the cries,
when revenge muffled bliss, and then left 
its warmth upon me.  It was 
the afternoon I was first bound,
when I first felt the downpour
of hot wax on my chest, and how it stung
like a slap of bare hand on bare a$$.
But, when I could no longer bear it,
whenever I screamed grandma, she was there.
It was how her skin was more a bag 
of crochet hooks against mine, how 
her life was loosely thrown,
and her secret became our own.
It was then the candlelight caught with my bellows,
our shadows flexing, relaxing, rising in adagio. And,
when my shadow melted into hers, I kissed back dark
like bruises.   When the policeman came, 
and tried to pull off his girlfriend,
I dropped him with his own pistol. This was my bit@h.
And for a day, we prayed, until the O she mouthed
was no longer shaped by the muzzle of my gun,
until freedom came at death and resurrection,
until she was ready to pass on, the lady
who would live and die by design.  I still 
bear the warmth of her skin against mine.
Come, and let me hug you,
so that she may say goodbye.

Is there an emoticon for "over my head"?

Deeply wounded,,, THAT,,I got...

Out of it...

Thank you all for dropping in on this one. You have all been very helpful,

Duck!

i got the same ting u did.great minds think alike

It's dark...from where your soul pleads. I've been reading...and listening.

heartbreaker123, thank you for dropping by.

winterblue56, I appreciate your support, thank you.


Duck!