redemption

I once was a man’s angel,

but failed to see the trident behind his back.


He stripped me of my halo,

and used it to tie my own hands above my head. 

His eyes glowed like a votive candle,

that promised me redemption.

God turned his back on me when I prayed for forgiveness.

So I moaned scriptures to the Devil,
as he confessed his sins between my thighs.

And I wondered if Mary ever felt a sacrament so sweet. 

Baptisms were made between our tongues,

and I pleaded with the Saints to give me strength,

but they all condemned me to Hell.


Damnation felt like heaven
when he pulled the rosary around my neck,

and I wanted to take him in me like the body and blood of Christ.


The holy communion never tasted as righteous as him, and I pleaded for the last time...

“forgive me Father for I have sinned”

but even Jesus knew I couldn’t be saved.


So he bent me over church pews,

and asked if I wanted to feel salvation.
I got down on my praying knees,

and begged him to make me unholy.