Published December 10, 2012 by April Fox

face pressed against the breast of your
blind eyes rotting out
melt beneath your lids, the muscles
atrophied from lack of use your
voice gone hoarse from screaming
-draw your strength from narcissistic weakness
you are
mental patients
not parishioners.

drink from the cup of the pure
blood dripping, chin wet
and white
feeding life into the floor
beneath your feet

you can’t even breathe
to save your life.

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