torn in purgatory.
She watches as their rotten mouths and grubby hands
lunge at whispered prophecy.
The father,
The bastard son,
The holocaustal spirit.
Covered in weeping wounds,
she is caressed and fingered by razored faith.
She is flayed for theatre;
christian boys perform ungodly acts on her discarded torso.
This is her tormented body,
This is her unholy blood,
Pronounce her sins; she never was/will be worthy.
Through your son, Christ Jesus' name,
Amen.
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