a man of god, my father
sitting on his throne
watching porn.
a desolate daughter, me
clenching her fists
in anticipation.
the stairs, loud as sirens
retch under the pressure.
so do I.
too young to understand,
but old enough to curse my body
for growing, for tempting
a man of god.
a sinful man, not a caretaker
devouring his flesh and blood
like fresh meat.
a carnal woman, not a child
begging a cold-hearted god
for salvation.
god died in my arms
one night, when i was 13
begging me to keep his secrets.
nakedness and innocence alike
make me hide
and make you, dirty.
i’ve spilled my guts.
my cursed confession
reeks of vomit.
i am the little whore
who tempted the devil
with a glass of wine.
my mother would hate me
if she knew.
