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Immaculate
Mud mutters beneath my fingernails, but it is just a raven, and I am still a human, so I must hold onto my mind. I started sketching flowers on my skin, swallowing strange pills that weren’t made for me, because I believe that I can believe a change, if I try hard enough. The gates…
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Mother
Rosary, rosary, wrap yourself around my neck, show me how to ascend, let me be pure. Mother, let me be pure, again.
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The Patron Saint of Painful Regrets
You are my home. Though you elude me, I am still thawed, awed by your warmth. Gazing, glimpsing at your form, never forgetting the way you towered over a trembling child, that was lost to the loneliness of life. You are miraculous snowfall, sent from God, to replace my mistakes, keeping me safe, inside a…
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Daddy’s Girl
I called God last night, because, with everything he has going on, I figured he’d like an update, from his messiest, most dramatic daughter. “Daddy” I said, without a hint of irony, knowing full well, that he had watched me give that title, to another man, I was willing to worship. “Daddy.” He sighed, but…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 