Senseless Bitch, Tempted
Dear Temptation,
With all my heart, my darkest part, I hate you. You called out, "I am Temptation and I have awaited my invitation, you took my bait, and now, I can take my bow. A bow to you my lab rat, my daughter of sin. I sacrifice the hearts of innocents, as pigs to their slaughtering.".....
I stand staring at this tree, with bloody knuckles I continue carving. After all, I'm the senseless bitch who laid out that Welcome mat. My sin drips, accumulating beneath my feet, it seeps into the soil, and long after I'm dead and gone, the trees will hear the ground cry "How could I?"
.....'Innocents to the slaughter', you sicken me. Remember all the times you fucked with me, grimacing behind every false smile. Evil Death, Sin thy ally, and you Temptation, are the ugly kin, bloodline of ruined innocents. You bought me a ticket to a sleepless grave, where gnashing teeth and the stench of carcasses awaits what is left of my flesh. I despise your smile when you see I lay in anguish. Cold and shaking, fearing and ashamed, while anxiety floods my veins. Disgrace now my name and disgust my bread and wine, sickening me even further of this endless choking shame.
Sincerely, Fuck You!
What happened?... I thought I was strong. I thought I prayed all the right things, over and over again I ask myself, where did I go wrong? Why did my prayers go unheard?
Dear Lord,
The Face of my Foundation, Forgive me. I'm timid to speak, so please hear my hearts plea. I asked to be a virtuous woman, to give high praise to the one I love. Instead, I fell from grace straight to the pit of Hell. A darkness only I have read, now, find myself in the midst of my own demise. I know. No redo. No undo. No delete. My sin is complete. My heart flawed to the most inner part. I gave you my heart and all the secrets within, hoping my hope was enough to get through. I pleaded for you, to mold me. Was I not on the potters wheel? I believed I was. So, my question is, am I still yours, am I forgiven? Will you spare the hearts from the sacrifice of my enemy? Even a woman charged, I will still stand. Hungry, dirty and broken. In excruciating pain I plea, please have mercy on me, void my transgressions, so I am no longer a daughter of sin. If not for me, then please, for them.
Sincerely, Forgive me
Carving and scraping now I'm done. My hands black, blue and bloody, shaking in endless shame. I stand back to see...
No rope, no riffle, no bottle nor blade
will take away my want to escape.
Sincerely, I'm Sorry
#nonfiction with a twist of creativity
