Lover's Confessional

Words trapped beneath the flesh of my tongue choke my

attempts to speak them.

You look towards me with eyes half-covetous, half-contrite.

Is love death? Or simply pain.

I do not know.

I know fear fucks 

love.

Oaths you utter confound me.

Can you love me when you do not see me?

At fifteen my first man broke me.

“This is love” I gasp.

I do not fall, I collapse into it;

martyrdom for passions sake.

Wake up silly girl!

Who will love a corpse with no 

rouge?

Reddened cheeks,

bleeding backs,

lusting in the place of adoration.

Hurt me hurt me hurt me me me me

me.

I howl.

This is it,

the penance,

the absolution,

the blood of christ 

spilt upon the white bedsheets.

Forgive me lord I know not what I've done.

Christ’s love was death,

so shall be mine.

I love you.