Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Desecration

Hot tears and mascara pooled at the corners of her sad green eyes 
She pulled herself up from the floor, where she spent too long cradling herself 
She knew she was lovely, she knew she was enough
But his eyes moved too easily upon so many and she gasped out loud
She knew he could never worship at her alter
She was selfish and she never wanted to know how to share
And she would never allow such desecration of her religion 

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