The Catholic's Daughter at 15

May 11, 2017

Wants to be free from
The thou-shalts and the thou-shalt-nots,
And the ruby beaded rosary that sits on her neck-- 
Choking her
And restraining her every “impure” thought.
She ate the Holy Bread and drank the Blood of Christ
As reverently as she could.

The shame that she has learned
Makes her burning desires sinful--

Discerning him on the pew adjacent to hers,
She averts her eyes from
The boy who consumes her every thought.

She kneels down--
Holding His body inside her mouth.
The bits and pieces of His body abrading hers
Struggle to trudge down her throat.

The hymnal-air surrounds her.
Through Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s,
Her thoughts still wander as
Her fingers fidget with the smooth blood-red beads.
She throws that one thought out to many marks,
And proceeds to swallow.
It can’t reveal the pleasure of immorality.
But it does.

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